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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Rites of Spring to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
Panda Bear,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Golliwogs,
Outsiders,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Mantronix,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
F. McDonald,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Talk Talk,
The Smiths,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Vladislav Delay,
Clear Light,
Loose Ends,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Red Krayola,
Reagan Youth,
Wasted Youth,
The Black Dice,
Nils Olav,
Babytalk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.