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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Associates to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Mr. Review,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
AZ,
Archie Shepp,
Heaven 17,
Magazine,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Metal Thangz,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Pantaleimon,
Lalann,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
The Evens,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Eli Mardock,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Hill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.