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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Busters to the rock 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Pantytec,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
Radio Birdman,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick May,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Nation of Ulysses,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Sällskapet,
The Move,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kerrie Biddell,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
the Slits,
Letta Mbulu,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Blancmange,
Television Personalities,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.