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 Tanzania and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Malaria! to the rap 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Neil Young,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Marvin Gaye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
X-101,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Almond,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Minutemen,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.