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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
World's Most,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Blossom Toes,
The Skatalites,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABC,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Faust,
Patti Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.