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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Cure to the crunk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Tom Boy,
The Buckinghams,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Throbbing Gristle,
Morten Harket,
Q65,
Reagan Youth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hot Snakes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Anthony Braxton,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.