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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
The Remains,
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Searchers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mo-Dettes,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Swans,
Q65,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Oneida,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.