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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erykah Badu,
The Dirtbombs,
The Human League,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Agent Orange,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Groovy Waters,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eden Ahbez,
Ronan,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Görl,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Talk Talk,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Lakeside,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Arcadia,
The Birthday Party,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.