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 Ethiopia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Cure to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Quando Quango,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
the Soft Cell,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Anthony Braxton,
Cecil Taylor,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Negative Approach,
The Fugs,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Kenny Larkin,
Zapp,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Lydon,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Yaz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.