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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Yusef Lateef to the rock 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
The Alarm Clocks,
DNA,
Marine Girls,
Zapp,
The Remains,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Music Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Thompson Twins,
The Residents,
The Misunderstood,
Howard Jones,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Stooges,
Jacques Brel,
Motorama,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.