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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Man Parrish,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Prince Buster,
Accadde A,
Big Daddy Kane,
Al Stewart,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Absolute Body Control,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fugazi,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Angry Samoans,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
The New Christs,
the Association,
The Vogues,
The Remains,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.