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 Denmark and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Chris & Cosey,
Tommy Roe,
Schoolly D,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Whodini,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radio Birdman,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.