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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
Sam Rivers,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
The Count Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Nils Olav,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Lungfish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
The Five Americans,
Harmonia,
Deadbeat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.