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 China and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 48th St. Collective to the funk 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Pylon,
Massinfluence,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Kinks,
Qualms,
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
X-102,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sun City Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Siglo XX,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Terry Callier,
Peter and Kerry,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
The Seeds,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Tears for Fears,
Altered Images,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.