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 Macedonia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fugs to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
The Saints,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Invisible,
Iggy Pop,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pere Ubu,
Oneida,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marvin Gaye,
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Sällskapet,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Starr,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Sonic Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Beau Brummels,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gong,
Moebius,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Marc Almond,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.