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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Minny Pops to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
cv313,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Selecter,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Coltrane,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Howard Jones,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Absolute Body Control,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Eddi Front,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Soul II Soul,
New Order,
Warsaw,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultravox,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.