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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Minnie Riperton to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Kayak,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
The Modern Lovers,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris Corsano,
Lalann,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
the Germs,
Eric Dolphy,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
The Residents,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Bootsy Collins,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
John Foxx,
Nico,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
Vainqueur,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.