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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Music Machine to the jazz 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sparks,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mark Hollis,
Audionom,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
The Standells,
Eurythmics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
Intrusion,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nik Kershaw,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rotary Connection,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Carl Craig,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Interpol,
Dawn Penn,
Sex Pistols,
Ultravox,
Kurtis Blow,
Quadrant,
Underground Resistance,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.