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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
The Cure,
John Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Stiv Bators,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
U.S. Maple,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
The Grass Roots,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Japan,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.