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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Doors to the punk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Con Funk Shun,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
One Last Wish,
Kerri Chandler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Jacques Brel,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joy Division,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Max Romeo,
The Smiths,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Excepter,
Andrew Hill,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.