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 Nepal and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soft Cell 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Junior Murvin,
E-Dancer,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Eden Ahbez,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
Black Flag,
Erykah Badu,
Fatback Band,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Howard Jones,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Smog,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Ludus,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.