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 Croatia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alison Limerick,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Kerri Chandler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camberwell Now,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Slick Rick,
Anakelly,
Y Pants,
Moss Icon,
Susan Cadogan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Make Up,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Rotary Connection,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smoke,
Roger Hodgson,
T. Rex,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.