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 Qatar 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Black Moon,
Gichy Dan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Knickerbockers,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Tremeloes,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Alton Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
The Raincoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Fear,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Sonic Youth,
Joey Negro,
The Invisible,
Soul II Soul,
Clear Light,
The Motions,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lyres,
Pantytec,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drexciya,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.