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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tears for Fears,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Symarip,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Cybotron,
Guru Guru,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
the Human League,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Franke,
The Raincoats,
Japan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.