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 Liechtenstein and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Nas,
Magazine,
Dorothy Ashby,
Don Cherry,
Judy Mowatt,
Vainqueur,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fugs,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Duran Duran,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
KRS-One,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
The Doors,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
X-Ray Spex,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.