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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 Howard Jones to the techno 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Ice-T,
The Evens,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Joe Smooth,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kaleidoscope,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Bluetip,
Amon Düül II,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Cecil Taylor,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
The Standells,
Magma,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.