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 Namibia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
The United States of America,
Bluetip,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anthony Braxton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Panda Bear,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Albert Ayler,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Mark Hollis,
The Motions,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Black Dice,
Roxy Music,
Tim Buckley,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Matthew Halsall,
The Skatalites,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.