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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Royal Trux to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s.
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 Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Mo-Dettes,
John Lydon,
Alphaville,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Stereo Dub,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Desert Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
The Associates,
Lyres,
Minnie Riperton,
China Crisis,
Leonard Cohen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Ronnie Foster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
EPMD,
Blossom Toes,
Byron Stingily,
Jerry's Kids,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Scion,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.