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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Matthew Bourne to the rap 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Sherman,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Quadrant,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Amon Düül,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ten City,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
The Names,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
The Moody Blues,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
This Heat,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
K-Klass,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jacques Brel,
Ituana,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Can,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Radio Birdman,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.