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 Honduras and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
James White and The Blacks,
Fatback Band,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young,
Joyce Sims,
Barry Ungar,
The Sound,
The Cramps,
Lindisfarne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Anakelly,
Los Fastidios,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed,
The Busters,
One Last Wish,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Das Ding,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Idris Muhammad,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.