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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Mad Mike,
Joe Smooth,
The Gap Band,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeff Mills,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fela Kuti,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Whodini,
Gichy Dan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Pagans,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.