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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Roxette to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minutemen,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Boredoms,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eden Ahbez,
Derrick May,
John Lydon,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fire Engines,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fela Kuti,
the Slits,
Scientists,
T.S.O.L.,
Mandrill,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Y Pants,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
La Düsseldorf,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.