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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sexual Harrassment,
Visage,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Agitation Free,
Terry Callier,
The Vogues,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Rosa Yemen,
Wally Richardson,
Country Teasers,
The Cure,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Enemy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Motorama,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Tomorrow,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q and Not U,
Eric Copeland,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
The Offenders,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Fad Gadget,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.