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 Serbia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Tears for Fears,
The Evens,
Ronan,
Mandrill,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Busters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
The J.B.'s,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiohead,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Divine Comedy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harry Pussy,
Soul II Soul,
The Residents,
Rekid,
Scion,
Eli Mardock,
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.