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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
John Lydon,
The Misunderstood,
the Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slave,
Kurtis Blow,
Juan Atkins,
K-Klass,
Basic Channel,
Donny Hathaway,
Carl Craig,
New York Dolls,
The Stooges,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Motions,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Mantronix,
Amon Düül II,
Mr. Review,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Janne Schatter,
The Sonics,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
Kenny Larkin,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.