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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Cal Tjader to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Cameo,
Guru Guru,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bootsy Collins,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Colin Newman,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Oblivians,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Patti Smith,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultra Naté,
Todd Terry,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Oneida,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Nirvana,
DNA,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.