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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 David Bowie 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 cv313 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
The Slackers,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Severed Heads,
The Sound,
Second Layer,
Clear Light,
Audionom,
Wally Richardson,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
Sight & Sound,
the Association,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
The Pop Group,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Franke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smoke,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Oblivians,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.