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 Australia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
MC5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rites of Spring,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Hasil Adkins,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Talk Talk,
The Dead C,
John Foxx,
Tim Buckley,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mojo Men,
LL Cool J,
Carl Craig,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Easy Going,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
MDC,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nas,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.