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 Venezuela and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Sun Ra to the funk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Joy Division,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Albert Ayler,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
The Doors,
Frankie Knuckles,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Stooges,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Carl Craig,
Brick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Clear Light,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.