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 Morocco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Duran Duran 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Roxette,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacob Miller,
The Fugs,
X-102,
Black Moon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Victims,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Clear Light,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Bob Dylan,
Stereo Dub,
Erykah Badu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.