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 Norway and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Seeds to the techno 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Fuzztones,
Technova,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Joey Negro,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quadrant,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
X-102,
Shoche,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Smooth,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Bronski Beat,
Sarah Menescal,
Oneida,
Spoonie Gee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Lightning Bolt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ludus,
The Young Rascals,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Dolphy,
Davy DMX,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.