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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul II Soul,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jandek,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aaron Thompson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Faust,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Main Source,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Symarip,
JFA,
The Motions,
Bauhaus,
Isaac Hayes,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Altered Images,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.