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 Angola and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Warsaw to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Scrapy,
Sight & Sound,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
The Wake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
Nirvana,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Fatback Band,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
The Barracudas,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.