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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 E-Dancer 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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Sparks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
Q and Not U,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Duran Duran,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Average White Band,
Magazine,
The Divine Comedy,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
CMW,
The Beau Brummels,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Depeche Mode,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.