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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Rosa Yemen to the jazz 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Q and Not U,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
The Durutti Column,
B.T. Express,
Blancmange,
Infiniti,
Newcleus,
Altered Images,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
The Monochrome Set,
Rotary Connection,
The Fall,
Peter & Gordon,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
Steve Hackett,
Yaz,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
Panda Bear,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Crime,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.