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 Brunei 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Bob Dylan,
The Young Rascals,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Soul II Soul,
Franke,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Bill Near,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skarface,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
One Last Wish,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Piero Umiliani,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.