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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Lou Christie to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Al Stewart,
The Count Five,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Slick Rick,
Ludus,
The Fuzztones,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Juan Atkins,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Arab on Radar,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
Dead Boys,
The Move,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Jawbox,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.