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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Derrick Morgan to the crunk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Janne Schatter,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Archie Shepp,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glenn Branca,
The Music Machine,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
The Gun Club,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Sight & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Fela Kuti,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Buzzcocks,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.