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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Barracudas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Lynne,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Don Cherry,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Wake,
Morten Harket,
John Holt,
Wings,
Zapp,
The Move,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eric Copeland,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.