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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
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 Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dark Day to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Drexciya,
Cybotron,
Dark Day,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Stiv Bators,
Chris Corsano,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erasure,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
James White and The Blacks,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Wings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
The Selecter,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Circle Jerks,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.