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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mars to the grunge 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cure,
Brick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
The Smoke,
Jawbox,
Rod Modell,
Johnny Clarke,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neu!,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Peter & Gordon,
John Lydon,
FM Einheit,
Laurel Aitken,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Graham Central Station,
The Five Americans,
Lou Christie,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
The Tremeloes,
Brand Nubian,
Gong,
Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Motorama,
Girls At Our Best!,
The American Breed,
Vainqueur,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
48th St. Collective,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Stetsasonic,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.