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 United States and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Television Personalities to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amazonics,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
Jerry's Kids,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
DNA,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
Faust,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Anthony Braxton,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.