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 Pakistan and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Technova,
Peter and Kerry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pylon,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Womack,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Nico,
Crispian St. Peters,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Outsiders,
Kas Product,
Neu!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Maurizio,
Barry Ungar,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Procol Harum,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
Lalann,
Byron Stingily,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Metal Thangz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.