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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minutemen to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
Lyres,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
Agent Orange,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
The Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Blackbyrds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Max Romeo,
The Golliwogs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.