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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
The Cowsills,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Index,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
UT,
John Lydon,
Ultravox,
Flamin' Groovies,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minutemen,
Neil Young,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX,
Wolf Eyes,
The Neon Judgement,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.