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 Slovakia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Görl,
Pylon,
Das Ding,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
Byron Stingily,
Young Marble Giants,
L. Decosne,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Niagra,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
The Divine Comedy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Buckinghams,
Laurel Aitken,
Derrick Morgan,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Masters at Work,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Soft Cell,
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
The Gladiators,
Lucky Dragons,
OOIOO,
The Red Krayola,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Mars,
Juan Atkins,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.