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 Libya and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Real Kids,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Starr,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Skatalites,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
Q65,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Roger Hodgson,
Quantec,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Visage,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Von Mondo,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
Fatback Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Holt,
Mandrill,
The Buckinghams,
Barbara Tucker,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Black Bananas,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.