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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minutemen to the jazz 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Main Source,
Swans,
JFA,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amazonics,
Piero Umiliani,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Faust,
Andrew Hill,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Sandy B,
Altered Images,
Jacques Brel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Robert Görl,
Soulsonic Force,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Simply Red,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mandrill,
Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.