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 Vanuatu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 48th St. Collective to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Gap Band,
Radiohead,
Nas,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brothers Johnson,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-101,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Ken Boothe,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Marmalade,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
Neil Young,
the Association,
The Zeros,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.