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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sam Rivers to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Tears for Fears,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Cecil Taylor,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Grauzone,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cheater Slicks,
Scrapy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Hood,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Dawn Penn,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.