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 Philippines and from Glasgow.
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 Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Max Romeo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Soft Machine,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
DNA,
Technova,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
June Days,
Panda Bear,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
The Smiths,
Dawn Penn,
Absolute Body Control,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Oneida,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.