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 Mauritius and from Johannesburg.
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 Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the rap 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Public Enemy,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Minutemen,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dead C,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Young Marble Giants,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
The Busters,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
The Fortunes,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Silicon Teens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Urselle,
Cameo,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.