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 Burundi and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Searchers to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rosa Yemen,
the Association,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pierre Henry,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dave Gahan,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Mission of Burma,
Pulsallama,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül II,
Blancmange,
Nas,
The Victims,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Echospace,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Excepter,
Depeche Mode,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Connie Case,
New York Dolls,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Ponytail,
Basic Channel,
Jacob Miller,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Skatalites,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Grauzone,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Delta 5,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.