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 Mali and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Brick to the grime 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
China Crisis,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
The Mummies,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Pylon,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Sex Pistols,
The Happenings,
Basic Channel,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Nirvana,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead,
The Divine Comedy,
Malaria!,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.