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 Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Dawn Penn,
Technova,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Cymande,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Tim Buckley,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Matthew Halsall,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Max Romeo,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
Oblivians,
Flipper,
Wire,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
Vainqueur,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Doors,
This Heat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.