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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Glenn Branca,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Golliwogs,
Henry Cow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bob Dylan,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cluster,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
Reuben Wilson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Al Stewart,
Darondo,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
MDC,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.