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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Joey Negro,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Bar-Kays,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
The Misunderstood,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Don Cherry,
Tres Demented,
Davy DMX,
Kayak,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Average White Band,
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Faust,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Mantronix,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.