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 Suriname and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 EPMD to the dance 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
Erykah Badu,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
the Swans,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Brick,
Cybotron,
Hasil Adkins,
Suburban Knight,
The Litter,
Amon Düül,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Joe Finger,
Faust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fat Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Pussy Galore,
John Coltrane,
Little Man,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
Drexciya,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.