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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Al Stewart to the rock 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Warsaw,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Dolphy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
Intrusion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
The Toasters,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Bootsy Collins,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Nils Olav,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tommy Roe,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
The Residents,
The Last Poets,
Rekid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Niagra,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.