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 Seychelles 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Andrew Hill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Royal Trux,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
Arcadia,
The Fuzztones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Man Parrish,
Excepter,
Negative Approach,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dawn Penn,
Colin Newman,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Intrusion,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Dolphy,
Crash Course in Science,
Agent Orange,
Monolake,
the Normal,
Pussy Galore,
Drive Like Jehu,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.