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 Vanuatu and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zero Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Steve Hackett,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Trumans Water,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The J.B.'s,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Bronski Beat,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
John Foxx,
Pantaleimon,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Darondo,
Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Loose Ends,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Ponytail,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.