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 Albania and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Reuben Wilson,
Make Up,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
The Moody Blues,
Aural Exciters,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Lydon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cybotron,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Slick Rick,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Vladislav Delay,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.