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 Tonga and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Rhythm & Sound,
Depeche Mode,
The Real Kids,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Mars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Clear Light,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
The Victims,
Duran Duran,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
DNA,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.