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 Norway and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Nirvana,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ice-T,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
New York Dolls,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
the Germs,
The Standells,
Infiniti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
X-102,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Banda Bassotti,
Eric Dolphy,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
The Divine Comedy,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Wings,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.