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 El Salvador and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 clarinet 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 The Techniques to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unwound,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Hot Snakes,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nils Olav,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Pole,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Half Japanese,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.