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 Philippines and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alison Limerick,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Half Japanese,
Joyce Sims,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
The Remains,
Wolf Eyes,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Davy DMX,
PIL,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Siglo XX,
Toni Rubio,
Cameo,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.