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 Belgium and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Thompson Twins,
The Smoke,
The New Christs,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
One Last Wish,
The Shadows of Knight,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
The Count Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yellowson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Das Ding,
Buzzcocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Stereo Dub,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Jacques Brel,
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.