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 Nicaragua and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Banda Bassotti to the rap 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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 Association,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Nik Kershaw,
Toni Rubio,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mark Hollis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hot Snakes,
Popol Vuh,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
The Saints,
Easy Going,
The Tremeloes,
Wally Richardson,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.