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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Gong,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
Dark Day,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Coltrane,
Nas,
Sarah Menescal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
Massinfluence,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Busters,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Malaria!,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Pagans,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.