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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
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 mellotron 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 Colin Newman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zapp,
Severed Heads,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Connie Case,
Monks,
The Names,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Idris Muhammad,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Judy Mowatt,
Hot Snakes,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
Skriet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Das Ding,
Soul II Soul,
Juan Atkins,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Bananas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Iggy Pop,
The Remains,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
MDC,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.