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 Morocco and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Wake to the jazz 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
The United States of America,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Kenny Larkin,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Tom Boy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Judy Mowatt,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dark Day,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Scientists,
Magma,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Germs,
Chrome,
Joey Negro,
Brand Nubian,
Kayak,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Halsall,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jawbox,
Parry Music,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.