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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Sherman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
The Evens,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Boz Scaggs,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Model 500,
The Velvet Underground,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Deadbeat,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Mars,
The American Breed,
Suicide,
Dawn Penn,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pagans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Dark Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
F. McDonald,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.