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 Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
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 linndrum 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 Outsiders to the grime 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Görl,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Popol Vuh,
The Leaves,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Minor Threat,
F. McDonald,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Procol Harum,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Sheep,
Eddi Front,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.