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 Angola and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Stockholm Monsters to the jazz 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Joensuu 1685,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Inner City,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Loose Ends,
the Slits,
Brothers Johnson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Rites of Spring,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
June Days,
Lightning Bolt,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
L. Decosne,
The Litter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Khruangbin,
Judy Mowatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Minny Pops,
Tom Boy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
Little Man,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.