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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Howard Jones,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fall,
OOIOO,
Terry Callier,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
kango's stein massive,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Piero Umiliani,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cluster,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Skarface,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
E-Dancer,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
CMW,
Rekid,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.