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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Seeds to the rap 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pantytec,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brand Nubian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Walker Brothers,
Subhumans,
The Mummies,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Suicide,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
The Neon Judgement,
The Offenders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Piero Umiliani,
Intrusion,
Marine Girls,
Y Pants,
Henry Cow,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.