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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer 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 spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
The Moleskins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Funkadelic,
Minnie Riperton,
Alison Limerick,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
Hasil Adkins,
FM Einheit,
Reagan Youth,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Newcleus,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Derrick May,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Mad Mike,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Monolake,
Bluetip,
Cameo,
Joey Negro,
Nick Fraelich,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Groovy Waters,
Gichy Dan,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.