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 Sweden and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
Isaac Hayes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül,
Guru Guru,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
Sight & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Teasers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rites of Spring,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
a-ha,
Au Pairs,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
Gang Green,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.