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 Tajikistan and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lucky Dragons 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
the Association,
The Knickerbockers,
Pierre Henry,
Chris Corsano,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Clear Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Angels of Light,
The Martian,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
Television,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Pere Ubu,
Angry Samoans,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Sandy B,
The Motions,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Black Pus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Chrome,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Newcleus,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.