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 Morocco and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the jazz 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
cv313,
Quantec,
CMW,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Black Bananas,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
The Skatalites,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
kango's stein massive,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cramps,
John Lydon,
Pussy Galore,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.