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 Nepal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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?
Quadrant,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Harry Pussy,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Roxy Music,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Soft Machine,
Darondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
the Fania All-Stars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Spoonie Gee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Audionom,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
John Holt,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Marine Girls,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.