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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scrapy to the grunge 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
Soft Machine,
Negative Approach,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
Moebius,
Mary Jane Girls,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Juan Atkins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Oneida,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Funkadelic,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angry Samoans,
The Barracudas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Kayak,
Metal Thangz,
Pylon,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter and Kerry,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Simply Red,
X-102,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.