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 Sierra Leone and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Ossler,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
Alice Coltrane,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
X-101,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Desert Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cymande,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
Camouflage,
Terrestrial Tones,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cowsills,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scan 7,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.