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 Gabon and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Misunderstood to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Drexciya,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
Easy Going,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cramps,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Brick,
Wings,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Pussy Galore,
AZ,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
The Barracudas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.