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 Eritrea and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
D'Angelo,
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Minnie Riperton,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Pylon,
The Stooges,
The Names,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Barbara Tucker,
Fluxion,
Joe Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warsaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
The Offenders,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Second Layer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Siglo XX,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
Main Source,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.