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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sixth Finger to the dance 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Fatback Band,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
Flash Fearless,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lakeside,
The Slackers,
Boz Scaggs,
Erasure,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
The Gap Band,
Bob Dylan,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
The Busters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Sun City Girls,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Saints,
Hasil Adkins,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Eddi Front,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
Lebanon Hanover,
cv313,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.