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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
The Young Rascals,
The Mummies,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
Suburban Knight,
EPMD,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ludus,
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
The Slackers,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mark Hollis,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Fear,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric Dolphy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.