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 Montenegro and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultra Naté to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The New Christs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wings,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Faust,
The Pop Group,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Make Up,
The Gories,
This Heat,
The Standells,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Mummies,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantaleimon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Yaz,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.