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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Suburban Knight,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
Crime,
Bill Near,
The American Breed,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Soft Cell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Theoretical Girls,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Al Stewart,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.