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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
Idris Muhammad,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Maurizio,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Aloha Tigers,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Association,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
Marvin Gaye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lucky Dragons,
Scan 7,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Monolake,
Alphaville,
Peter and Kerry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Scion,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.