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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 China Crisis to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Au Pairs,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Toni Rubio,
Harry Pussy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Hasil Adkins,
Ituana,
Schoolly D,
Funkadelic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry's Kids,
CMW,
Technova,
Swell Maps,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Bill Wells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nas,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gong,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sonny Sharrock,
Depeche Mode,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
In Retrospect,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Chris Corsano,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.