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 Serbia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Main Source,
The Young Rascals,
Suicide,
Magma,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Skriet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minor Threat,
the Normal,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.