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 Saudi Arabia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Donald Byrd to the grunge 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Urselle,
Moebius,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronan,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Raincoats,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Rosa Yemen,
Liliput,
Lower 48,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Dark Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.