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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Trumans Water to the funk 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Blancmange,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiohead,
Wally Richardson,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
The Slits,
ABC,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Panda Bear,
Underground Resistance,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Moon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.