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 Tanzania and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Angels of Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Japan,
The Smoke,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Morten Harket,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Tears for Fears,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
The Litter,
MDC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monolake,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Los Fastidios,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.