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 Barbados 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Marcia Griffiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
The Names,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
The Misunderstood,
Peter & Gordon,
K-Klass,
Flipper,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.