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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the punk 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monks,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pussy Galore,
Sparks,
The Fugs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Duran Duran,
Whodini,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry's Kids,
Interpol,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Moody Blues,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.