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 Kiribati 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Malaria! to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Jacob Miller,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Model 500,
the Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cramps,
The Smoke,
Zero Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hot Snakes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rod Modell,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
James White and The Blacks,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Cybotron,
Jandek,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Josef K,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.