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 Chile and from Halifax.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Joe Smooth,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Los Fastidios,
The Wake,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
KRS-One,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro,
Bad Manners,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.