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 Belgium and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Albert Ayler,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
Scratch Acid,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yazoo,
Radio Birdman,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül II,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scott Walker,
Amazonics,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Ice-T,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.