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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Roy Ayers to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
The Cramps,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Sarah Menescal,
Bad Manners,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Soft Cell,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Nation of Ulysses,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mission of Burma,
Grey Daturas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Barclay James Harvest,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Rod Modell,
Second Layer,
Bill Near,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Reed,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.