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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Wake,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Womack,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Marmalade,
Moby Grape,
Dawn Penn,
OOIOO,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
Mars,
Icehouse,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minny Pops,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare,
Lower 48,
Half Japanese,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Livin' Joy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.