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 Columbus.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
The Dirtbombs,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jawbox,
Gang Green,
Smog,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Shoche,
Sparks,
Letta Mbulu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
JFA,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Little Man,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lower 48,
Erasure,
Pole,
Marcia Griffiths,
Whodini,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Boredoms,
Bluetip,
Bobby Womack,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Animal Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.