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 Papua New Guinea and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
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 oboe 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Patti Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
Ice-T,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Scrapy,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.