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 Poland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 B.T. Express to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yusef Lateef,
Aloha Tigers,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Count Five,
Television Personalities,
Funkadelic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Inner City,
The Cure,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Scratch Acid,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dawn Penn,
Tropical Tobacco,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
John Holt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.