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 Honduras and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Sound Behaviour,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
The Tremeloes,
Qualms,
Unrelated Segments,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Litter,
Iggy Pop,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Fraelich,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Ludus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Blake Baxter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
In Retrospect,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Görl,
X-102,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.