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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Y Pants,
DJ Sneak,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Derrick Morgan,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
X-101,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash,
Throbbing Gristle,
Can,
Magma,
This Heat,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Stiv Bators,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Neon Judgement,
Desert Stars,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.