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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 American Breed,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skriet,
Blossom Toes,
Nico,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gun Club,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slick Rick,
Second Layer,
The Leaves,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Fat Boys,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delta 5,
Deadbeat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Terry,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.