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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Duran Duran to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger 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?
Blancmange,
DJ Style,
Glenn Branca,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New York Dolls,
Andrew Hill,
Slave,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Patti Smith,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
Davy DMX,
Niagra,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Camberwell Now,
Make Up,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
Wire,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
DNA,
The Residents,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantytec,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.