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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Surgeon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
Kenny Larkin,
Fugazi,
Nas,
June Days,
Parry Music,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Make Up,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Yellowson,
Tears for Fears,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.