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 Algeria and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Bush Tetras to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Kas Product,
Crash Course in Science,
The Young Rascals,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Pere Ubu,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magazine,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Los Fastidios,
Wire,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
the Slits,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Minny Pops,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
X-102,
Gichy Dan,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
Fluxion,
cv313,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Mark Hollis,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.