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 Nigeria and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
The Raincoats,
Avey Tare,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
Soulsonic Force,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Almond,
Sonic Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Little Man,
Q65,
The Remains,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
The Tremeloes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee,
Technova,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Flag,
Joy Division,
Eddi Front,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
Smog,
The Standells,
Man Parrish,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.