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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Babytalk to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Skatalites,
The Slits,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Magma,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Nick Fraelich,
Dennis Brown,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
The Barracudas,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Shoche,
The Gladiators,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Godley & Creme,
Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Piero Umiliani,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.