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 Micronesia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Boz Scaggs,
Echospace,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Supertramp,
The Star Department,
Quantec,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The Zeros,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The Index,
Stetsasonic,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.