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 Armenia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 OOIOO to the crunk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
The Last Poets,
Aswad,
Japan,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Anakelly,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crash Course in Science,
Alice Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Supertramp,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
The Knickerbockers,
Jandek,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Tim Buckley,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.