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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
The Pretty Things,
Junior Murvin,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Star Department,
Hashim,
Scientists,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Traffic Nightmare,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Dead C,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
48th St. Collective,
Alphaville,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Marc Almond,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.