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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Monolake to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Donny Hathaway,
Mad Mike,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
Rapeman,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Hood,
ABC,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ken Boothe,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Quadrant,
The Walker Brothers,
The Techniques,
The Move,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Interpol,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Khruangbin,
Barry Ungar,
Zapp,
Monks,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joensuu 1685,
Rosa Yemen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Flag,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.