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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Surgeon 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 808 and a snare 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Malaria!,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
X-101,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
H. Thieme,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Inner City,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
D'Angelo,
Bush Tetras,
Franke,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cowsills,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Joe & The Fish,
kango's stein massive,
Donny Hathaway,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.