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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonics to the funk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxette,
The Doors,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
AZ,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Carl Craig,
Peter and Kerry,
Crash Course in Science,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David Axelrod,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
F. McDonald,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Hardrive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Human League,
Masters at Work,
The Dave Clark Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
ABC,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
Johnny Clarke,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.