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 Cameroon and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Dark Day to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Niagra,
Mad Mike,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rakim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Lou Christie,
Pharoah Sanders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Half Japanese,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Talk Talk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Yaz,
Eurythmics,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Kaleidoscope,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Monks,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.