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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Lou Reed 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 Derrick May to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
The Kinks,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Throbbing Gristle,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Theoretical Girls,
The Raincoats,
Iggy Pop,
Oblivians,
Darondo,
LL Cool J,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Amazonics,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Scion,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
The Associates,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Nas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.