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 Cyprus 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Golliwogs to the grime 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Patti Smith,
Terry Callier,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Thee Headcoats,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Halsall,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Ronan,
The Doors,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Sugar Minott,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brick,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Desert Stars,
AZ,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Jacob Miller,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Juan Atkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.