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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
The Pretty Things,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Nirvana,
Alice Coltrane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
a-ha,
Panda Bear,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marine Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
New Order,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Lydon,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.