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 Qatar and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the electroclash 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
KRS-One,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
Hot Snakes,
Banda Bassotti,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Ossler,
Barrington Levy,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Sun City Girls,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Dennis Brown,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Arthur Verocai,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
Bluetip,
The Divine Comedy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Erykah Badu,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.