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 Niger and from Lyon.
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 Spokane and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 The Techniques to the electroclash 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
Howard Jones,
John Cale,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pole,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül II,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Slave,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
Eve St. Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
JFA,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Ludus,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.