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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Sound to the funk 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
La Düsseldorf,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Silicon Teens,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Bronski Beat,
The Blackbyrds,
Crime,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Boz Scaggs,
Warsaw,
Harry Pussy,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
The United States of America,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.