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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
The Neon Judgement,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Infiniti,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Sound Behaviour,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Slits,
Technova,
UT,
Nas,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
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F. McDonald,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
The Names,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suicide,
Masters at Work,
Nation of Ulysses,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick May,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.