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 Samoa and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Roxy Music,
Sam Rivers,
The Busters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moody Blues,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Intrusion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Barbara Tucker,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
DNA,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
James White and The Blacks,
Wire,
Ronan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Thee Headcoats,
Pere Ubu,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mad Mike,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
the Normal,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
T. Rex,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.