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 Uzbekistan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Magma,
a-ha,
Fad Gadget,
CMW,
Brick,
Mr. Review,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
The Gories,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Rotary Connection,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dennis Brown,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Suicide,
The Wake,
The Gap Band,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Intrusion,
Joyce Sims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
FM Einheit,
Smog,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.