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 Mauritius and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Bowie 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 Reagan Youth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Grey Daturas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
Mandrill,
Soft Machine,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Misunderstood,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Gong,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Letta Mbulu,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
F. McDonald,
Matthew Bourne,
Magma,
MDC,
The Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.