Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Lebanon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Connie Case,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
Hoover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Accadde A,
June Days,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
Gong,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Invisible,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kayak,
Circle Jerks,
The Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.