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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Circle Jerks to the electroclash 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yaz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cure,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
Ituana,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Easy Going,
Ossler,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Joyce Sims,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.