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 France and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Nirvana 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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deepchord,
Monks,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Surgeon,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scrapy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
Sam Rivers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Parry Music,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Brass Construction,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Pantytec,
New Order,
The Busters,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.