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 Uganda and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Pole to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Sarah Menescal,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Bananas,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
Erykah Badu,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
Suburban Knight,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Eurythmics,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.