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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Pole,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ronan,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
Magazine,
The Trojans,
Parry Music,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Residents,
Pylon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Tim Buckley,
Byron Stingily,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.