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 Sweden and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Subhumans,
Roxette,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
B.T. Express,
The Alarm Clocks,
Severed Heads,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Arab on Radar,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Altered Images,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
The Fortunes,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Hood,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Minny Pops,
The Names,
Graham Central Station,
Masters at Work,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Cybotron,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.