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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Maleditus Sound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Christie. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Steve Hackett,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mojo Men,
The Real Kids,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Maleditus Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grey Daturas,
Archie Shepp,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
The Sonics,
Erykah Badu,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Eve St. Jones,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.