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 Dominica and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Niagra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
MDC,
New York Dolls,
The United States of America,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Dead Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Wire,
Boogie Down Productions,
Toni Rubio,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Marvin Gaye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.