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 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
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 clarinet 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 Sixth Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Roger Hodgson,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Silicon Teens,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Mr. Review,
CMW,
Pantytec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Real Kids,
Panda Bear,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
LL Cool J,
Darondo,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
Main Source,
Morten Harket,
Cameo,
Ultravox,
Porter Ricks,
ABC,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ossler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
D'Angelo,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.