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 Netherlands 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
Swans,
Lindisfarne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.