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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
La Düsseldorf,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Angry Samoans,
The Real Kids,
Siglo XX,
The Slits,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moody Blues,
Bill Wells,
The Velvet Underground,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Supertramp,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
The Motions,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fela Kuti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
The Trojans,
Pylon,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.