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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Bauhaus,
Lou Christie,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Carl Craig,
Ultimate Spinach,
kango's stein massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Thompson Twins,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Robert Wyatt,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
Nick Fraelich,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Dual Sessions,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.