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 Australia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Dice to the grime 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slackers,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mad Mike,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Livin' Joy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Qualms,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Sight & Sound,
the Sonics,
Can,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Pole,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Bill Wells,
Moby Grape,
Animal Collective,
Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.