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 Kiribati and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rap 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Faraquet,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
The Moleskins,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Tomorrow,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
The Leaves,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Fear,
The Beau Brummels,
One Last Wish,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Flipper,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Suicide,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Make Up,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.