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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
This Heat,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
LL Cool J,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
Index,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rod Modell,
Shuggie Otis,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Quando Quango,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aaron Thompson,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.