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 Belize and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Second Layer to the disco 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Chris & Cosey,
Lucky Dragons,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Mandrill,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
EPMD,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Little Man,
Visage,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Kenny Larkin,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Jacques Brel,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.