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 Copenhagen.
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 Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Fad Gadget,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Modern Lovers,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visage,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Sparks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.