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 United Kingdom and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Selecter,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Easy Going,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
the Human League,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crooked Eye,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Aswad,
Deepchord,
Peter and Kerry,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Darondo,
Pere Ubu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
the Soft Cell,
Japan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.