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 Uzbekistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cramps,
Unwound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Roger Hodgson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Drexciya,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Suicide,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faust,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
The Gun Club,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tim Buckley,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moleskins,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
OOIOO,
Fluxion,
Tres Demented,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.