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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Fela Kuti to the rock 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Masters at Work,
The Detroit Cobras,
Roy Ayers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Martian,
The Stooges,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric Copeland,
cv313,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lindisfarne,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
the Human League,
PIL,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.