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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Junior Murvin to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Underground Resistance,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Barracudas,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Bobby Sherman,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Standells,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Make Up,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Kinks,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Thompson Twins,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.