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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Lalo Schifrin,
Visage,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
The Real Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Idris Muhammad,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
Danielle Patucci,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Blake Baxter,
Boz Scaggs,
Grauzone,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
June Days,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camberwell Now,
Minny Pops,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Khruangbin,
Make Up,
R.M.O.,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.