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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Barclay James Harvest to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Dave Gahan,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Robert Görl,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Ludus,
10cc,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
The Litter,
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Ice-T,
Boogie Down Productions,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.