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 Israel and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Fear to the dance 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Wings,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Country Teasers,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anthony Braxton,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.