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 Uganda and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Symarip to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Jerry's Kids,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Tommy Roe,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Lungfish,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Qualms,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Moby Grape,
Visage,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sight & Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Liliput,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.