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 Togo and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neu!,
The Zeros,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
X-101,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
This Heat,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
The Misunderstood,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Sparks,
CMW,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Franke,
Grauzone,
Pagans,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
The Durutti Column,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.