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 St Kitts & Nevis 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Silicon Teens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
June Days,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Order,
Symarip,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Brick,
The Residents,
Index,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.