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 Cameroon 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Moby Grape,
Radiohead,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Rekid,
Terry Callier,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
The Litter,
Eve St. Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Eurythmics,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
The Fall,
The Angels of Light,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Country Teasers,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.