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 Rwanda 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the disco 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Judy Mowatt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Das Ding,
The Gladiators,
Depeche Mode,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Almond,
The Fuzztones,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Clear Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hot Snakes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
X-102,
The Martian,
Bob Dylan,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dead C,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Henry Cow,
Urselle,
Lightning Bolt,
Jimmy McGriff,
UT,
Zapp,
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Fad Gadget,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.