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 Marshall Islands and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mandrill to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sällskapet,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
CMW,
The Cramps,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Camouflage,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Supertramp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
The Grass Roots,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Youth Brigade,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
Eddi Front,
DJ Style,
Siglo XX,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Josef K,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood,
Easy Going,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lakeside,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.