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 Rwanda and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
the Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Crime,
Stetsasonic,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cheater Slicks,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Swell Maps,
CMW,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Don Cherry,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Swans,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
Joyce Sims,
Lalann,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
Erasure,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.