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 Lithuania and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Joey Negro to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Isaac Hayes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
UT,
The Moody Blues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Barry Ungar,
Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Graham Central Station,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Model 500,
Eric Copeland,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Stereo Dub,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.