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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Janne Schatter,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
World's Most,
F. McDonald,
The Gladiators,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
R.M.O.,
Public Enemy,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers,
The Dead C,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Minutemen,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Saints,
Youth Brigade,
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Maleditus Sound,
Tomorrow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
Main Source,
Aswad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
CMW,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.