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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
OOIOO,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Radiohead,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Surgeon,
the Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Make Up,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
The Flesh Eaters,
China Crisis,
Gichy Dan,
The Doors,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
Amon Düül,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Oblivians,
Rufus Thomas,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.