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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 David Axelrod to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
B.T. Express,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hoover,
Smog,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
cv313,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Metal Thangz,
Tears for Fears,
Stockholm Monsters,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
Brick,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Minutemen,
E-Dancer,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Heaven 17,
Bootsy Collins,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
The Dirtbombs,
Outsiders,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.