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 Paraguay and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang Green,
Youth Brigade,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Andrew Hill,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Television,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Malaria!,
The Divine Comedy,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Whodini,
Ludus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.