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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Franke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Make Up,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
Pharoah Sanders,
Excepter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Scientists,
X-101,
Man Eating Sloth,
Index,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
June Days,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.