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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Reuben Wilson,
Pussy Galore,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
The Grass Roots,
Black Moon,
Brand Nubian,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
LL Cool J,
Yusef Lateef,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
The Gories,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cecil Taylor,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
The Birthday Party,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eddi Front,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Scion,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
UT,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.