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 Norway and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jawbox to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Eddi Front,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Martian,
Rakim,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Howard Jones,
Niagra,
Yellowson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Average White Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacob Miller,
The United States of America,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Görl,
Second Layer,
Pole,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
DNA,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Man Parrish,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Dave Gahan,
Drexciya,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soulsonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Audionom,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.