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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 ABC 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Monks,
MDC,
Public Enemy,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Iggy Pop,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Groovy Waters,
Gong,
a-ha,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Bronski Beat,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
Livin' Joy,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
The Smoke,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Graham Central Station,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
The Martian,
Jandek,
Silicon Teens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Man Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Glenn Branca,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.