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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 U.S. Maple to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Velvet Underground,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
LL Cool J,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
Ponytail,
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Infiniti,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Can,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Supertramp,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.