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 Eritrea and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 grunge 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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 Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Roxette,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Popol Vuh,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Robert Wyatt,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Japan,
The Busters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Slave,
Little Man,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grauzone,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.