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 Slovenia and from Spokane.
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 Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Scrapy to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Tremeloes,
Pulsallama,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Mars,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Main Source,
John Cale,
The Selecter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
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.