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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 MC5 to the rock 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Robert Hood,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Amazonics,
The J.B.'s,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Faraquet,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Outsiders,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Arthur Verocai,
MDC,
Siglo XX,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy,
The Pretty Things,
The Blues Magoos,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonic Youth,
Ossler,
Scion,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed,
Buzzcocks,
Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rakim,
The Five Americans,
10cc,
Eddi Front,
AZ,
The Pop Group,
Henry Cow,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.