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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amazonics,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Birthday Party,
Index,
Rapeman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
EPMD,
PIL,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Bang On A Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Last Poets,
Jacques Brel,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Mandrill,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Josef K,
This Heat,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Lynne,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television Personalities,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dave Gahan,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.