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 United States and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Severed Heads,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
Fluxion,
Janne Schatter,
Kaleidoscope,
Make Up,
The Gap Band,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Joensuu 1685,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The New Christs,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.