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 Dominica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
The Young Rascals,
Aloha Tigers,
Radiohead,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
The Wake,
Desert Stars,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Talk Talk,
The New Christs,
Wire,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Lucky Dragons,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.