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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Goldenarms,
Tres Demented,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
PIL,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Siglo XX,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
MC5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Eve St. Jones,
the Sonics,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.