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 Moldova and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Buzzcocks,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bush Tetras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Deadbeat,
Second Layer,
Nas,
E-Dancer,
Isaac Hayes,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
The United States of America,
Shoche,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Green,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
New York Dolls,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Fluxion,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Victims,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Ten City,
Suburban Knight,
Flipper,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.