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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
JFA,
Section 25,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
The New Christs,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Skaos,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
John Holt,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
John Coltrane,
Hoover,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dave Gahan,
Visage,
John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-Ray Spex,
Pierre Henry,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Minutemen,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Adolescents,
Moss Icon,
Scientists,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.