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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Moby Grape,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
The Raincoats,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Happenings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
The Index,
the Sonics,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Görl,
Metal Thangz,
John Holt,
Ponytail,
the Soft Cell,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
Freddie Wadling,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Chris Corsano,
The Litter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Al Stewart,
Cecil Taylor,
Kurtis Blow,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.