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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
The Young Rascals,
The Black Dice,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
Aswad,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Harry Pussy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Soulsonic Force,
Barbara Tucker,
The Last Poets,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kayak,
Technova,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.