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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 Altered Images to the punk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
the Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Green,
Swell Maps,
The Cure,
Derrick May,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Cell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Al Stewart,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Inner City,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Chris & Cosey,
Swans,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Severed Heads,
Eddi Front,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
U.S. Maple,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Mary Jane Girls,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.