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 Philippines and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Easy Going,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
DNA,
Eli Mardock,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Skriet,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Aural Exciters,
The Leaves,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
The Cure,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
The Slits,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Barbara Tucker,
Eddi Front,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Dark Day,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
Monks,
Main Source,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.