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 Libya and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Eric Dolphy,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neil Young,
Kayak,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
K-Klass,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Deepchord,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Y Pants,
Michelle Simonal,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
China Crisis,
Hot Snakes,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
Eurythmics,
The Toasters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Terry Callier,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.