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 Israel and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum 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 The Move 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pulsallama,
The Young Rascals,
Mars,
The Fugs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sarah Menescal,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Fat Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Wasted Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
The Moody Blues,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Yaz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Inner City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Aural Exciters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Brand Nubian,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.