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 Azerbaijan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Stetsasonic to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
JFA,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Guru Guru,
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
Sällskapet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
Brass Construction,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Womack,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Busters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kenny Larkin,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
The Saints,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.