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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mantronix to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb 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 marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Litter,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
Lou Christie,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Juan Atkins,
The Stooges,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
Wire,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Q and Not U,
Pantaleimon,
World's Most,
Whodini,
The Remains,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gong,
The Doors,
Swans,
Moebius,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Al Stewart,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Make Up,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
Cameo,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.