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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Chris & Cosey,
X-101,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
The Stooges,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Supertramp,
The Skatalites,
The Mummies,
Buzzcocks,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crooked Eye,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Cymande,
The Remains,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Alice Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Soul II Soul,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.