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 Nicaragua and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Q and Not U to the rap 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '90s.
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 the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Khruangbin,
ABBA,
Swell Maps,
Bluetip,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Busters,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Arab on Radar,
Inner City,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Neil Young,
Fad Gadget,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joy Division,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Sneak,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Black Dice,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
The Durutti Column,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
Cal Tjader,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.