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 Peru and from Edmonton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Television,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gong,
Suburban Knight,
One Last Wish,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
Reuben Wilson,
Livin' Joy,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
Roger Hodgson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Intrusion,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.