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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
David Bowie,
Skriet,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Altered Images,
Animal Collective,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Anakelly,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Visage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Finger,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heaven 17,
John Cale,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.