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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Youth Brigade to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
the Fania All-Stars,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Angels of Light,
Altered Images,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
The Grass Roots,
Eric Dolphy,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Mandrill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Inner City,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Velvet Underground,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Hoover,
Michelle Simonal,
Warren Ellis,
Mad Mike,
Bush Tetras,
Urselle,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.