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 Lebanon and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Mandrill,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Music Machine,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Reuben Wilson,
Deadbeat,
The Grass Roots,
Gabor Szabo,
Sister Nancy,
Wire,
UT,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
D'Angelo,
Amazonics,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Joensuu 1685,
Section 25,
The Doors,
The Human League,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.