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 Latvia and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Stooges,
The Sonics,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Section 25,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Carl Craig,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
The Neon Judgement,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Bootsy Collins,
Marc Almond,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Loose Ends,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Reagan Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
John Lydon,
Buzzcocks,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.