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 Nigeria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Fluxion 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Grauzone,
Barry Ungar,
The Gories,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Litter,
The Skatalites,
Mantronix,
The Vogues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
Quadrant,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Fluxion,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
Pole,
The Associates,
Yusef Lateef,
Outsiders,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fall,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
The Martian,
Agitation Free,
Bill Wells,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Das Ding,
Shuggie Otis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minor Threat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
The Pretty Things,
E-Dancer,
Toni Rubio,
Stockholm Monsters,
Grey Daturas,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.