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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Severed Heads to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Cecil Taylor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rotary Connection,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unwound,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Nirvana,
Funky Four + One,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lindisfarne,
Depeche Mode,
Basic Channel,
The Wake,
Sugar Minott,
Livin' Joy,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Neu!,
Ten City,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Sandy B,
Rakim,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.