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 Samoa and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Average White Band,
Intrusion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fluxion,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doors,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Knickerbockers,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Kas Product,
Marine Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Womack,
Crooked Eye,
Ornette Coleman,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Almond,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.