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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Das Ding,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
Aswad,
Anakelly,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
The Cure,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Cluster,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Pierre Henry,
David Axelrod,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Roxette,
The Toasters,
Inner City,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.