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 Pakistan and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the funk 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 The Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest,
Black Flag,
Rakim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Darondo,
Carl Craig,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Animal Collective,
Gang Green,
L. Decosne,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Malaria!,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Swans,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.