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 Tunisia 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Easy Going to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Rapeman,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Music Machine,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Black Sheep,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Basic Channel,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yazoo,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Ronnie Foster,
Los Fastidios,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Moon,
Althea and Donna,
Swell Maps,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Letta Mbulu,
A Certain Ratio,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.