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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Delta 5,
Tres Demented,
Lyres,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jawbox,
Scratch Acid,
Scientists,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Mills,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Warren Ellis,
Niagra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Easy Going,
Slick Rick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Althea and Donna,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Eric B and Rakim,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.