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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Delon & Dalcan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Josef K,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
CMW,
Eli Mardock,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Skriet,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Skaos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
R.M.O.,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
Dark Day,
The Golliwogs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Kinks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Deepchord,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wings,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.