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 Austria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grunge 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Zeros,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
E-Dancer,
Michelle Simonal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Technova,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
The Young Rascals,
Rites of Spring,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
The Saints,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Q and Not U,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Maleditus Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.