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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eddi Front,
The Buckinghams,
Suicide,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Byrd,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
The Gap Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Faust,
Ultravox,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Radiohead,
Joensuu 1685,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Derrick May,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.