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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe 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 Pylon to the jazz 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
AZ,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Black Bananas,
The Zeros,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
T. Rex,
Excepter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
Lucky Dragons,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Black Flag,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kayak,
Nico,
Yaz,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Japan,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.