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 Nicaragua 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 snare 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 Scion to the techno 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry's Kids,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tim Buckley,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Silicon Teens,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
The Monochrome Set,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.