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 Peru and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Fuzztones to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Ohio Players,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Funky Four + One,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Outsiders,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
K-Klass,
Rotary Connection,
Buzzcocks,
The Fortunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
Scrapy,
Theoretical Girls,
Royal Trux,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.