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 Grenada and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
Marine Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nils Olav,
Marshall Jefferson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Skatalites,
Second Layer,
The Moody Blues,
The Modern Lovers,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Rekid,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Pretty Things,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
cv313,
Derrick May,
Heaven 17,
Aloha Tigers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Hardrive,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.