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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Porter Ricks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
Erasure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Talk Talk,
Quantec,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fortunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Spandau Ballet,
Robert Hood,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bill Wells,
The Slackers,
The Busters,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Agent Orange,
Harmonia,
Arab on Radar,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
H. Thieme,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Henry Cow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Velvet Underground,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.