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 Singapore and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joe Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Monochrome Set,
Depeche Mode,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chrome,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Von Mondo,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
The Evens,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hoover,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.