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 India and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Average White Band,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delta 5,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Khruangbin,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
AZ,
DNA,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Subhumans,
Angry Samoans,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
ABC,
Bobby Womack,
Sixth Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
The Gun Club,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Crime,
The Selecter,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.