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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Swans,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tomorrow,
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Kayak,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
Talk Talk,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
Sam Rivers,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.