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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radio Birdman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
ABC,
Skarface,
Gong,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
The Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Joe Finger,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
T.S.O.L.,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Blake Baxter,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
The Mojo Men,
The Remains,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Siglo XX,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dennis Brown,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
The Last Poets,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Standells,
Ponytail,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.