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 Greece and from Johannesburg.
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 Bologna and Paris.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Massinfluence to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slackers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
DJ Sneak,
T.S.O.L.,
Piero Umiliani,
The Selecter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television,
Roxy Music,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Pulsallama,
T. Rex,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang Green,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.