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 Peru and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
Ohio Players,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Animal Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Newcleus,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
The Slackers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kayak,
Das Ding,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shoche,
Make Up,
Nik Kershaw,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alison Limerick,
Trumans Water,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Jacob Miller,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.