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 Malta and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Fugazi to the rock 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
Jeru the Damaja,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Malaria!,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Coltrane,
The Wake,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
Los Fastidios,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Joe Smooth,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.