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 Zimbabwe and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Monks,
Junior Murvin,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Arab on Radar,
10cc,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Remains,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Nirvana,
Sex Pistols,
E-Dancer,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stetsasonic,
Moby Grape,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Camberwell Now,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radio Birdman,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Morten Harket,
Steve Hackett,
Chrome,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.