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 Fiji and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Pretty Things to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Gang Starr,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Order,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Los Fastidios,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Marvin Gaye,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Symarip,
Cheater Slicks,
Drexciya,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
UT,
Index,
Roy Ayers,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cecil Taylor,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.