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 Greece and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
T.S.O.L.,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Pagans,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Barrington Levy,
The Zeros,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
Gichy Dan,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Magazine,
Easy Going,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
Monks,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Sarah Menescal,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dead C,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Andrew Hill,
Khruangbin,
The Litter,
The Associates,
Wings,
Bang On A Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Bronski Beat,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.