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 Nicaragua and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
The American Breed,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
Groovy Waters,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Quantec,
Lindisfarne,
Jandek,
Bang On A Can,
Urselle,
Heaven 17,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
The Move,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
One Last Wish,
The Blues Magoos,
Fatback Band,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.