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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
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 organ 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 Theoretical Girls to the punk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Letta Mbulu,
Simply Red,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Byron Stingily,
Clear Light,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Womack,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fluxion,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Lower 48,
Lakeside,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Hashim,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
Janne Schatter,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Sam Rivers,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
Fugazi,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.