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 Iran and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the crunk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tim Buckley,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Marine Girls,
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Slave,
E-Dancer,
Glenn Branca,
Chris Corsano,
Lightning Bolt,
Isaac Hayes,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
Barrington Levy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Wally Richardson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Con Funk Shun,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Smooth,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.