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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
F. McDonald,
Nick Fraelich,
a-ha,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultra Naté,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cluster,
Kaleidoscope,
The Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Magma,
Brothers Johnson,
Intrusion,
Hashim,
Rakim,
The Music Machine,
the Human League,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Skarface,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.