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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Peter and Kerry,
Maleditus Sound,
Symarip,
The Cramps,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Suburban Knight,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Toni Rubio,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terry Callier,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.