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 Russia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Deepchord,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pagans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aural Exciters,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Hill,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Parry Music,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Groovy Waters,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Buzzcocks,
the Swans,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.