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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Livin' Joy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marine Girls,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Alphaville,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fall,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Brick,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
The Motions,
This Heat,
Cluster,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Pole,
The Black Dice,
Bang On A Can,
Television Personalities,
the Slits,
The Busters,
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
B.T. Express,
Camberwell Now,
Lee Hazlewood,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.