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 Burkina 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Bill Wells to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grauzone,
The Tremeloes,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Smog,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Motorama,
John Coltrane,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Donny Hathaway,
Brick,
Judy Mowatt,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Audionom,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Sound Behaviour,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Donald Byrd,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.