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 Brunei and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barbara Tucker,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Sight & Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
Nils Olav,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Nirvana,
ABBA,
The Grass Roots,
Animal Collective,
Whodini,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fad Gadget,
Rotary Connection,
Rekid,
Metal Thangz,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Magma,
The Black Dice,
Con Funk Shun,
Second Layer,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.