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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Darondo to the grime 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Public Enemy,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
The Selecter,
Zapp,
Black Bananas,
The Dead C,
Fear,
Ludus,
Adolescents,
Drexciya,
Godley & Creme,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jandek,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.