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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boz Scaggs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camberwell Now,
AZ,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Gang Starr,
Ice-T,
Cybotron,
The Saints,
Eve St. Jones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
Jacques Brel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Liliput,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Organ,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.