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 Taiwan 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Funky Four + One to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scott Walker,
The Knickerbockers,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Leaves,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Organ,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Leonard Cohen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
The Stooges,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Grauzone,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
New York Dolls,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.