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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aural Exciters,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
The J.B.'s,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Eli Mardock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Y Pants,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.