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 Germany and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Joy Division to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Ludus,
Pantaleimon,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Thee Headcoats,
Skaos,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Leonard Cohen,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Lynne,
Wire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tim Buckley,
Lungfish,
Sister Nancy,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Ronnie Foster,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Sex Pistols,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dirtbombs,
The Litter,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.