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 Zambia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
OOIOO,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Invisible,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
U.S. Maple,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Lalann,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
Moebius,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Mission of Burma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June Days,
Sixth Finger,
Slave,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.