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 Zambia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Erykah Badu,
Reuben Wilson,
the Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Cramps,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Interpol,
Q and Not U,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Subhumans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Faust,
X-101,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
The Index,
Skarface,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.