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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Davy DMX,
Khruangbin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Happenings,
The Moleskins,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Infiniti,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Loose Ends,
Basic Channel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultra Naté,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Mars,
Lyres,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gun Club,
Kurtis Blow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.