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 Swaziland and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the grime 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yellowson,
Ponytail,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Tres Demented,
Deepchord,
Yusef Lateef,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dave Gahan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Cheater Slicks,
John Cale,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Surgeon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ludus,
Bad Manners,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
R.M.O.,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.