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 St Lucia and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Toasters,
ABBA,
The Litter,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Christie,
Ituana,
The Index,
L. Decosne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Sherman,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Warren Ellis,
Judy Mowatt,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Suicide,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Grauzone,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.