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 Ethiopia and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scan 7,
The Dirtbombs,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Ice-T,
Todd Terry,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
Donny Hathaway,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Flash Fearless,
Leonard Cohen,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.