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 Andorra and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Steve Hackett,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
Pantytec,
Sun City Girls,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Dark Day,
Minny Pops,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
David Axelrod,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Andrew Hill,
Pere Ubu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Sight & Sound,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Shoche,
Minor Threat,
The Standells,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang of Four,
Anthony Braxton,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.