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 Ireland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
cv313,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Darondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
Neil Young,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
The Music Machine,
The Angels of Light,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Josef K,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Pop Group,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fugazi,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.