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 Libya and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vainqueur,
Magma,
Gang of Four,
Crispy Ambulance,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Cell,
Ossler,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siglo XX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.