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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smoke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Neon Judgement,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Skatalites,
Mr. Review,
Japan,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Interpol,
New Order,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Clear Light,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABC,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Make Up,
John Holt,
Neu!,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Eli Mardock,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.