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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Inner City,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Lyres,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Aswad,
Rekid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
China Crisis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacques Brel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Rapeman,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.