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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
Marine Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cluster,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Simply Red,
Alice Coltrane,
Sam Rivers,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Scientists,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Tubeway Army,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
B.T. Express,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Aural Exciters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flipper,
Steve Hackett,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.