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 Malta and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gories to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Motorama,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Nirvana,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
Josef K,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Black Flag,
Delta 5,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
cv313,
The Zeros,
Aural Exciters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
the Association,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.