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 Iceland and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
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 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 Matthew Halsall to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Angry Samoans,
Ludus,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
World's Most,
June of 44,
Archie Shepp,
Half Japanese,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Harmonia,
Tropical Tobacco,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agitation Free,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Womack,
The Five Americans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Alton Ellis,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Skriet,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.