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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Gabor Szabo,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
Alison Limerick,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Slick Rick,
Piero Umiliani,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
World's Most,
Lyres,
The Names,
The J.B.'s,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Joy Division,
the Germs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Normal,
The Grass Roots,
Buzzcocks,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Trumans Water,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
The Shadows of Knight,
Chris Corsano,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.