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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hardrive to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Sparks,
MC5,
X-102,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Barry Ungar,
Organ,
Outsiders,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
The Fortunes,
Au Pairs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.