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 France and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
Dual Sessions,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
Moebius,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Metal Thangz,
Los Fastidios,
Silicon Teens,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Charles Mingus,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
Erasure,
Loose Ends,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Darondo,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Steve Hackett,
Wings,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
The Zeros,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.