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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
Easy Going,
Aswad,
Kerrie Biddell,
Main Source,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
The Misunderstood,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
Sugar Minott,
Aaron Thompson,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Black Moon,
Silicon Teens,
Agitation Free,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Vladislav Delay,
John Holt,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Hashim,
The New Christs,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Franke,
Lower 48,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.