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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Connie Case to the grime 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Misunderstood,
Mars,
John Lydon,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harmonia,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mission of Burma,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Yaz,
John Coltrane,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Man Parrish,
The Cowsills,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Siglo XX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Camberwell Now,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
New York Dolls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.