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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Jacob Miller to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Lalann,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Eurythmics,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cymande,
Eric Copeland,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.