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 Bahamas and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Dave Gahan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Görl,
Henry Cow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Womack,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Boz Scaggs,
Moss Icon,
Dawn Penn,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
June Days,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Germs,
Scratch Acid,
Basic Channel,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.