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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s.
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 London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Unrelated Segments,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Alice Coltrane,
Trumans Water,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Sneak,
Glenn Branca,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Minny Pops,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.