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 Turkey and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Pagans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Faust,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
the Association,
David Bowie,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
The Blackbyrds,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Young Marble Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marmalade,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Erykah Badu,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Prunes,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.