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 Afghanistan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Jerry's Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Derrick Morgan,
Bad Manners,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Bill Near,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Ronnie Foster,
Ossler,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Pus,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Japan,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Ludus,
Wire,
The Sound,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monks,
Organ,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.