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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 June Days to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Unwound,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mr. Review,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
Franke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Faraquet,
Stiv Bators,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
Jacob Miller,
John Cale,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mars,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Half Japanese,
The Walker Brothers,
the Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Camouflage,
Vainqueur,
Young Marble Giants,
X-102,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.