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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Eric Copeland to the dance 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Brass Construction,
Smog,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Nico,
Davy DMX,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Roxy Music,
Goldenarms,
Robert Görl,
The Moleskins,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Lucky Dragons,
Con Funk Shun,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker,
The Slackers,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Fatback Band,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Coltrane,
Godley & Creme,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
Warren Ellis,
Supertramp,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.