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 Egypt and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 CMW to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moss Icon,
Terry Callier,
Charles Mingus,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Yusef Lateef,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lungfish,
Lou Christie,
Grauzone,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.