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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Suburban Knight to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Toasters,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Reuben Wilson,
Camberwell Now,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fatback Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Jacques Brel,
Howard Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Niagra,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
The Trojans,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.