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 Belarus and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Trojans,
Charles Mingus,
Khruangbin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mantronix,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
Juan Atkins,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
10cc,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Deepchord,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Invisible,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
Albert Ayler,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
ABBA,
Blake Baxter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.