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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Model 500,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glambeats Corp.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Boogie Down Productions,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nico,
Gong,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Arab on Radar,
Reagan Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Pus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Animal Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crash Course in Science,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
KRS-One,
Blossom Toes,
Judy Mowatt,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.