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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Cheater Slicks to the crunk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
The Sonics,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Divine Comedy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
Quantec,
Arthur Verocai,
Rites of Spring,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Clarke,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.