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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
Sällskapet,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Wyatt,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Sun City Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Altered Images,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
cv313,
Arcadia,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Angry Samoans,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Circle Jerks,
Eurythmics,
MC5,
Rekid,
Black Sheep,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.