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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Slave,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Big Daddy Kane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Joyce Sims,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Sight & Sound,
Faraquet,
The Offenders,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dual Sessions,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-101,
Soul II Soul,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sonic Youth,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
John Holt,
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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.