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 Uzbekistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids 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?
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Sarah Menescal,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Public Enemy,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ponytail,
Organ,
Yellowson,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Evens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.