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 Korea South and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the güiro 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 June of 44 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amazonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Intrusion,
Hardrive,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
The Monks,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Faraquet,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
The Red Krayola,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Hashim,
Kayak,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Charles Mingus,
Barry Ungar,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.