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 Antigua and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
L. Decosne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
CMW,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
The Young Rascals,
La Düsseldorf,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Marcia Griffiths,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Kenny Larkin,
The Birthday Party,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The American Breed,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.