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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
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 Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 10cc to the rock 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Sparks,
Ludus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.