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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Supertramp,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tears for Fears,
Marmalade,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
The Selecter,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vainqueur,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
AZ,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Lakeside,
The J.B.'s,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
Pagans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jawbox,
Section 25,
Electric Prunes,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
The Remains,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television Personalities,
Japan,
The Fugs,
Darondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Skarface,
Fat Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.