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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Franke to the punk 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Crime,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Roxy Music,
Urselle,
Danielle Patucci,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
The Blues Magoos,
The Black Dice,
The Doors,
Rekid,
Nico,
The Star Department,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
The Searchers,
Tim Buckley,
ABC,
Metal Thangz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Khruangbin,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.