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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 ABBA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco 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?
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slackers,
Wally Richardson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
DNA,
Radiohead,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Oneida,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Remains,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Womack,
Alton Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick May,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
Maleditus Sound,
Ten City,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
Agitation Free,
Scion,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Can,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.