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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Funky Four + One to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blancmange,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fear,
Joy Division,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
Ronan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Johnny Clarke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
The Human League,
Scrapy,
Jandek,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Kerri Chandler,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Masters at Work,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
Section 25,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.