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 Panama and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Maleditus Sound 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Robert Hood,
The Grass Roots,
Judy Mowatt,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nico,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Normal,
Flipper,
John Holt,
FM Einheit,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gong,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pierre Henry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Albert Ayler,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Mark Hollis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
DJ Sneak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.