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 Angola and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Liliput,
Iggy Pop,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arab on Radar,
Chris & Cosey,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David Bowie,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Don Cherry,
Eli Mardock,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
Pulsallama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Saccharine Trust,
Yellowson,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Guru Guru,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Stiv Bators,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.