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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Blossom Toes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
F. McDonald,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Leonard Cohen,
LL Cool J,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
This Heat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hoover,
In Retrospect,
Nas,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Chrome,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Swans,
June of 44,
Television Personalities,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Accadde A,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Idris Muhammad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.