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 Cambodia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Danielle Patucci,
B.T. Express,
Arthur Verocai,
Sixth Finger,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
China Crisis,
Minor Threat,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
The Fall,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Desert Stars,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Green,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.