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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
A Certain Ratio,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bauhaus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Derrick Morgan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Cecil Taylor,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Fatback Band,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Can,
MC5,
Bob Dylan,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
New York Dolls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Chrome,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.