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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Morten Harket to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Loose Ends,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
AZ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Delon & Dalcan,
D'Angelo,
The Count Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Newcleus,
Model 500,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Patti Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
Radio Birdman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Niagra,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The Martian,
Blake Baxter,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Steve Hackett,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terry Callier,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Crispy Ambulance,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.