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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the disco 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Al Stewart,
Agitation Free,
The Happenings,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Animal Collective,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Harry Pussy,
Tears for Fears,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Television Personalities,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.