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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Unrelated Segments to the crunk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Second Layer,
Inner City,
Sonic Youth,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
The Evens,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Fluxion,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
The Saints,
Nas,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric Dolphy,
Joy Division,
Eurythmics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.