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 India and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the techno 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Easy Going,
Essential Logic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Chris & Cosey,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mojo Men,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Unwound,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Faraquet,
Bob Dylan,
Lucky Dragons,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crime,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.