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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Görl to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The New Christs,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Sixth Finger,
Fear,
Ultimate Spinach,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Leaves,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Christie,
The Moleskins,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
Black Sheep,
Maleditus Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Technova,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Yazoo,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.