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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
Schoolly D,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hot Snakes,
Eric Dolphy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Evens,
K-Klass,
cv313,
CMW,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fuzztones,
Connie Case,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Davy DMX,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reuben Wilson,
The Techniques,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Kurtis Blow,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.