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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gories,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Associates,
Television,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
The Angels of Light,
Delta 5,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Rotary Connection,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ituana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Japan,
Stereo Dub,
Niagra,
The Moody Blues,
Groovy Waters,
Slick Rick,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Derrick May,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Bang On A Can,
The Fugs,
The Index,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.