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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Gun Club to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magma,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Eating Sloth,
a-ha,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Franke,
Ituana,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
Second Layer,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
L. Decosne,
The Offenders,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Goldenarms,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
Al Stewart,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Niagra,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The American Breed,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.