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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Ohio Players,
The Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Magma,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Isaac Hayes,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
Metal Thangz,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Q and Not U,
Monks,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Robert Hood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Monks,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Alison Limerick,
Ituana,
The Music Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
KRS-One,
Reagan Youth,
John Lydon,
Index,
The Gun Club,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.