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 Nigeria and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the techno 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
Unrelated Segments,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Cybotron,
Ten City,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Germs,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Lucky Dragons,
Aloha Tigers,
K-Klass,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
The Gap Band,
The Young Rascals,
World's Most,
This Heat,
the Swans,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slits,
Davy DMX,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Deepchord,
Inner City,
Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Magma,
Wally Richardson,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.