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 Colombia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake 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?
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Hill,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
The Walker Brothers,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Man Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Misunderstood,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skarface,
Skaos,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
New York Dolls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.