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 Bahrain and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Isaac Hayes,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Robert Görl,
Fatback Band,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Wings,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
AZ,
Cameo,
The Gories,
Tomorrow,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cheater Slicks,
Pulsallama,
Adolescents,
Q and Not U,
The Flesh Eaters,
Blake Baxter,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Urselle,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Soft Machine,
Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Holt,
Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Reagan Youth,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
The American Breed,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.