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 China and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Moody Blues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Minny Pops,
The Sonics,
Organ,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
Newcleus,
UT,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Juan Atkins,
Ponytail,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Walker Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Maurizio,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Section 25,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Count Five,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.