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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aural Exciters to the techno 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Pantaleimon,
The Mojo Men,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Judy Mowatt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Leonard Cohen,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Prunes,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gregory Isaacs,
cv313,
Sixth Finger,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
10cc,
Reuben Wilson,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Erasure,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Trumans Water,
The Saints,
The Slits,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Agitation Free,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.