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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Kevin Saunderson,
Massinfluence,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
La Düsseldorf,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Sun City Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
CMW,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Television Personalities,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.