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 Zimbabwe and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
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 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 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 Malaria! to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Starr,
L. Decosne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Panda Bear,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Moon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magazine,
Flipper,
Rapeman,
The Kinks,
The Smoke,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun City Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Silicon Teens,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
China Crisis,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mars,
the Normal,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.