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 Denmark and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
The Motions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Bourne,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Music Machine,
Ultravox,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Minnie Riperton,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Royal Trux,
Henry Cow,
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
10cc,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ponytail,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mr. Review,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
Lalann,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.