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 Trinidad & Tobago 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Negative Approach,
Patti Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Christie,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
Gong,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Womack,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.