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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Cheater Slicks,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
The Motions,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Chrome,
Barry Ungar,
Shuggie Otis,
KRS-One,
The Monks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Faraquet,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Dead Boys,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Roger Hodgson,
Parry Music,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Surgeon,
ABC,
The Fortunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.