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 Bulgaria and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Howard Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
The Martian,
Bad Manners,
Clear Light,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rufus Thomas,
Depeche Mode,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
Graham Central Station,
Patti Smith,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
PIL,
Sandy B,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
10cc,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amazonics,
Blancmange,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.