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 Barbados and from London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Evens,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Guru Guru,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Rotary Connection,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
Warren Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aswad,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Qualms,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
The Wake,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
Wings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.