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 Bolivia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
June of 44,
Zapp,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Arab on Radar,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Sixth Finger,
Heaven 17,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Minutemen,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Zero Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Ultravox,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Model 500,
JFA,
Joey Negro,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.