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 Haiti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Standells,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Ohio Players,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Anthony Braxton,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lee Hazlewood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Niagra,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
Rufus Thomas,
Livin' Joy,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.