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 Poland and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Agitation Free to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lungfish,
Ituana,
Reagan Youth,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
The Techniques,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Minutemen,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Dorothy Ashby,
The New Christs,
The Velvet Underground,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gladiators,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
48th St. Collective,
Chris & Cosey,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Brand Nubian,
Iggy Pop,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
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.