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 Solomon Islands and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Easy Going,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
Aural Exciters,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Magma,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Outsiders,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Godley & Creme,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
FM Einheit,
Warsaw,
ABC,
Neil Young,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nico,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.