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 Burundi and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
Interpol,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cramps,
June Days,
The Names,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Prince Buster,
the Normal,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chrome,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Intrusion,
Model 500,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.