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 Netherlands and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
OOIOO,
Sonic Youth,
Motorama,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Derrick May,
H. Thieme,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
Adolescents,
The Pop Group,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Intrusion,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Brick,
June of 44,
Rekid,
Franke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shoche,
The Tremeloes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Black Flag,
Japan,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.