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 Botswana and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Television,
Amazonics,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pierre Henry,
Main Source,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Holt,
48th St. Collective,
David Axelrod,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
Wire,
Gang Starr,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Gong,
Fluxion,
ABBA,
the Soft Cell,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.