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 Kuwait 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 F. McDonald to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102,
DNA,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Bush Tetras,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
kango's stein massive,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
New Order,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Ronan,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.