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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Saccharine Trust to the rock 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Martian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gong,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
UT,
Young Marble Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Smog,
The Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Average White Band,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yazoo,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
the Sonics,
Index,
Main Source,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Minutemen,
Bob Dylan,
The Count Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.