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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Quando Quango,
Roger Hodgson,
Basic Channel,
F. McDonald,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Dave Gahan,
Babytalk,
Liliput,
Funkadelic,
Hashim,
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nas,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Scratch Acid,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Andrew Hill,
Jacob Miller,
Black Pus,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
The Smiths,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
Suburban Knight,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.