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 Malawi and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the jazz 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Flipper,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Peter & Gordon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
Mo-Dettes,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Hashim,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Suburban Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Scrapy,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.