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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 The Cramps to the funk 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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
Yaz,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Mo-Dettes,
Fela Kuti,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Pylon,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
cv313,
Little Man,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Man Parrish,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Quadrant,
Q65,
Ken Boothe,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Susan Cadogan,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.