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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Marc Almond,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
Brand Nubian,
Underground Resistance,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Halsall,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
Panda Bear,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Popol Vuh,
John Holt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Junior Murvin,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jawbox,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.