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 Suriname 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Negative Approach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Wings,
Hot Snakes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Move,
Aaron Thompson,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
John Holt,
This Heat,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Groovy Waters,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
The Star Department,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
the Swans,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Sonic Youth,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.