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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans to the crunk 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Motions,
Tears for Fears,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
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Bobby Sherman,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Iggy Pop,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Mandrill,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Girls At Our Best!,
Faraquet,
The J.B.'s,
Spoonie Gee,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Tres Demented,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Magma,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
The Selecter,
Matthew Halsall,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.