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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Connie Case,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Gregory Isaacs,
Babytalk,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Pierre Henry,
Agent Orange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terrestrial Tones,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Boz Scaggs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
The Trojans,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Yaz,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Cameo,
Roxette,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Buzzcocks,
Piero Umiliani,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.