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 Georgia and from London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Kool Moe Dee,
Angry Samoans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
the Association,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Dual Sessions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Scratch Acid,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Von Mondo,
Chrome,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scientists,
Talk Talk,
Hoover,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Liliput,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fatback Band,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
Darondo,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.