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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Selecter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Brick,
Unrelated Segments,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Wings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Babytalk,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Mandrill,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Red Krayola,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Electric Prunes,
Fad Gadget,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hoover,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.