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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Marc Almond,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Index,
Crime,
Liliput,
Camberwell Now,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Zeros,
Prince Buster,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Throbbing Gristle,
China Crisis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Chris Corsano,
Nas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Accadde A,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Funkadelic,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
KRS-One,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.