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 Portugal and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 Nirvana to the rock 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
The Stooges,
Heaven 17,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Icehouse,
Archie Shepp,
Rotary Connection,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Faraquet,
MDC,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sarah Menescal,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Ludus,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.