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 Zambia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Dead C to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Heaven 17,
Cal Tjader,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Brick,
the Swans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Intrusion,
The Beau Brummels,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Hood,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.