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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
X-102,
Amon Düül II,
Section 25,
Television,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
The Human League,
The Move,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Moon,
The Fortunes,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
R.M.O.,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Golliwogs,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
MC5,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
The Tremeloes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Main Source,
Smog,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.