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 Somalia and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Christie,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spandau Ballet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Names,
Isaac Hayes,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Lungfish,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
Accadde A,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.