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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 the Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Mars,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
10cc,
Scientists,
John Lydon,
The Zeros,
Television,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Index,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
This Heat,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.