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 Colombia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 David Bowie 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 Malaria! to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Wake,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Drexciya,
DJ Sneak,
The Neon Judgement,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Roy Ayers,
OOIOO,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eurythmics,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Idris Muhammad,
Anakelly,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Flash Fearless,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Darondo,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.