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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Angry Samoans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Babytalk,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
The Golliwogs,
Althea and Donna,
Kenny Larkin,
Terrestrial Tones,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joey Negro,
Warren Ellis,
Q65,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dead Boys,
Roxette,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.