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 Liechtenstein and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Depeche Mode to the punk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tropical Tobacco,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
Radiohead,
L. Decosne,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
The Beau Brummels,
Big Daddy Kane,
Basic Channel,
Erasure,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacob Miller,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Y Pants,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Aswad,
New Age Steppers,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.