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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge 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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
DNA,
Sight & Sound,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Laurel Aitken,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
Cluster,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Motions,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Sun City Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Litter,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.