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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 JFA to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
kango's stein massive,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Nico,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Sex Pistols,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Robert Hood,
The Gladiators,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
Scratch Acid,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Drexciya,
Alison Limerick,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Prince Buster,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hasil Adkins,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.