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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 Kerri Chandler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bob Dylan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Minutemen,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
Groovy Waters,
Nick Fraelich,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
Nas,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.