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 Russia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Toasters,
Moebius,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Mo-Dettes,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
The Saints,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quando Quango,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
The Music Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Magma,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Prince Buster,
The Dirtbombs,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Maleditus Sound,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.