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 Korea North and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sparks to the techno 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
Von Mondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dave Gahan,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Real Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
the Sonics,
Scientists,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Isaac Hayes,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.