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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül II,
Silicon Teens,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Alton Ellis,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roxy Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deepchord,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
The Black Dice,
the Swans,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Sällskapet,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker,
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Brand Nubian,
Albert Ayler,
Scan 7,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.