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 United States and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the crunk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crispy Ambulance,
June of 44,
Cal Tjader,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Glenn Branca,
Youth Brigade,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
Dawn Penn,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Görl,
JFA,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Zapp,
The Evens,
The Fortunes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Easy Going,
Archie Shepp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Vladislav Delay,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crooked Eye,
AZ,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.