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 Mauritius and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Babytalk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
Hoover,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
10cc,
Shuggie Otis,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
Anakelly,
Pagans,
James White and The Blacks,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Junior Murvin,
The Gladiators,
Model 500,
Moebius,
Brass Construction,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Essential Logic,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Gang Starr,
Deakin,
Ultravox,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.