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 Tanzania and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Toasters to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Schoolly D,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Thee Headcoats,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crime,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantytec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick Morgan,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
UT,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Faraquet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.