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 Zambia and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Organ,
Visage,
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
Japan,
Tommy Roe,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
LL Cool J,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacob Miller,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun City Girls,
The Gories,
Inner City,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantytec,
The Evens,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.