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 Barbados and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Avey Tare to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
Juan Atkins,
The Happenings,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Yellowson,
Mo-Dettes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Patti Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Heaven 17,
Josef K,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
Goldenarms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.