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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Kayak to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Boz Scaggs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Lightning Bolt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agent Orange,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Ossler,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
The Zeros,
Royal Trux,
Half Japanese,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tears for Fears,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.