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 Ghana and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
The Angels of Light,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
Jacob Miller,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
Camouflage,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sugar Minott,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Little Man,
Newcleus,
Aswad,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
Television Personalities,
Rod Modell,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Cecil Taylor,
Blossom Toes,
Ice-T,
Yazoo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.