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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Charles Mingus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Suicide,
Sparks,
The Walker Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Ituana,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
UT,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Man Parrish,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.