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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Machine to the grunge 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Stetsasonic,
Silicon Teens,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Jandek,
the Slits,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Alison Limerick,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Joy Division,
Audionom,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brass Construction,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cheater Slicks,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
Barrington Levy,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
The Five Americans,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Standells,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.