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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jacques Brel 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
MC5,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Ice-T,
Scion,
DJ Style,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Swans,
Television,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.