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 Namibia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Soulsonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rapeman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
the Slits,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sandy B,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Aloha Tigers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Dead Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Thompson Twins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DNA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.