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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Soul II Soul,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Simply Red,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
The Standells,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
The Slits,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultravox,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
UT,
Model 500,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Kas Product,
Soft Machine,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.