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 Jordan and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Intrusion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moon. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalo Schifrin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
The Seeds,
Nico,
The Fuzztones,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Görl,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sex Pistols,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gap Band,
the Germs,
Janne Schatter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brass Construction,
DJ Style,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-102,
Jeff Mills,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
The Litter,
Liliput,
June of 44,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Main Source,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boredoms,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.