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 Dominican Republic 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mad Mike to the punk 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
Slave,
Fluxion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Guru Guru,
Zero Boys,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Dawn Penn,
Albert Ayler,
Accadde A,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
the Fania All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
John Lydon,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Max Romeo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sun Ra,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Bad Manners,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.