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 Mauritania and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Fuzztones to the funk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Massinfluence,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
The Index,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
kango's stein massive,
Echospace,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Main Source,
Gong,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Dawn Penn,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Lalann,
The Cure,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
The Pretty Things,
Warsaw,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Procol Harum,
Barrington Levy,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.