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 East Timor and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 OOIOO to the techno 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
the Association,
The Moody Blues,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Pylon,
Scion,
UT,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Harpers Bizarre,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
Tommy Roe,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
New Age Steppers,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Eurythmics,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Aloha Tigers,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.