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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 Intrusion to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Monolake,
the Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Supertramp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
The Vogues,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Liliput,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Television,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
R.M.O.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Osbourne,
Al Stewart,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Prunes,
Scientists,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
The Associates,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.