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 Dominica and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Adolescents to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Bizarre Inc.,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Sun City Girls,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Nico,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Livin' Joy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
Howard Jones,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Basic Channel,
Japan,
Ultravox,
X-101,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.