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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Skaos to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Barrington Levy,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
The Wake,
Reagan Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
The Pop Group,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
In Retrospect,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
The Litter,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Youth Brigade,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
the Fania All-Stars,
Outsiders,
MDC,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brass Construction,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.