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 Spain and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
CMW,
Magazine,
Interpol,
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
Erykah Badu,
Ludus,
Monks,
Arthur Verocai,
Mo-Dettes,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
the Bar-Kays,
Maurizio,
Boredoms,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
Country Teasers,
Con Funk Shun,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.