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 South Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
The Knickerbockers,
The Vogues,
Lalann,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Joey Negro,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Durutti Column,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Q65,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Stetsasonic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Lakeside,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.