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 Chile and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Fugs to the grime 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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Public Enemy,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
The Wake,
Warren Ellis,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
The Golliwogs,
Silicon Teens,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
The Raincoats,
Shoche,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Fat Boys,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.