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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Black Bananas to the punk 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
AZ,
the Sonics,
X-102,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Juan Atkins,
Kaleidoscope,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Jandek,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Blossom Toes,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
The Busters,
Visage,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Loose Ends,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Hill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Q and Not U,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.