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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Bobby Sherman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Nirvana,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Quantec,
Grauzone,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Con Funk Shun,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Pantaleimon,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Mr. Review,
The Remains,
The Evens,
Scientists,
Arab on Radar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.