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 Botswana and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 guitar 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 Jerry's Kids to the dance 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lungfish,
Franke,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Bowie,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marine Girls,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Al Stewart,
Faust,
Smog,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.