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 France and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the funk 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Stetsasonic,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
The Victims,
The Fall,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Shuggie Otis,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Groovy Waters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Associates,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Second Layer,
kango's stein massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Outsiders,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed,
Tubeway Army,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.