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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Saccharine Trust to the grunge 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Crash Course in Science,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
H. Thieme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Suicide,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Warren Ellis,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Sonic Youth,
Mandrill,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Derrick Morgan,
Glenn Branca,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eden Ahbez,
The Blackbyrds,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
The Mummies,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.