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 Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 John Coltrane to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Barbara Tucker,
Can,
John Lydon,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Eli Mardock,
Carl Craig,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Johnny Clarke,
Au Pairs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
MC5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Motorama,
New York Dolls,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Oblivians,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Ten City,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Eve St. Jones,
Josef K,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.