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 Chad and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 The Angels of Light to the crunk 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Alice Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
Model 500,
Pussy Galore,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Theoretical Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Black Moon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
Deepchord,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
ABC,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
F. McDonald,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.