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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Essential Logic,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delta 5,
The Fall,
Derrick Morgan,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Soul II Soul,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Marmalade,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Kas Product,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pagans,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.