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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Surgeon,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
MC5,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
The Doors,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
These Immortal Souls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Smoke,
Freddie Wadling,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris Corsano,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.