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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young,
Brand Nubian,
Scientists,
The Stooges,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
PIL,
Skarface,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
Slave,
Unwound,
X-101,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Bill Wells,
Blancmange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Monks,
The Victims,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Nas,
Wings,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.