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 Uruguay and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the crunk 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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Eddi Front,
Bronski Beat,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Livin' Joy,
Scion,
Television,
Hoover,
Patti Smith,
David Axelrod,
Y Pants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Jacob Miller,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
The Shadows of Knight,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Whodini,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Joy Division,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.