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 Belarus and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Happenings to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Oblivians,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Arthur Verocai,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
Cheater Slicks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Invisible,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Rekid,
Cymande,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kenny Larkin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Anakelly,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pagans,
New Age Steppers,
Siglo XX,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Josef K,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ken Boothe,
Fear,
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.