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 United Kingdom and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
F. McDonald,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Babytalk,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Letta Mbulu,
Marmalade,
Moebius,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Qualms,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Lower 48,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magma,
Joey Negro,
K-Klass,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Amazonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
The Dead C,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
The Fall,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun City Girls,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Man Parrish,
Little Man,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.