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 Slovenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
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 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lungfish,
The Stooges,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Loose Ends,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Brothers Johnson,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Section 25,
E-Dancer,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Minny Pops,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.