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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
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 harpsichord 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 This Heat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Knickerbockers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Max Romeo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Germs,
Q65,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
The Busters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
The Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Harry Pussy,
Slave,
Lyres,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Throbbing Gristle,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cal Tjader,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blossom Toes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Prunes,
The Monks,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
AZ,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Anakelly,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.