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 China and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Jandek,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Blancmange,
the Sonics,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Absolute Body Control,
Sight & Sound,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Visage,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
K-Klass,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radio Birdman,
Second Layer,
Amazonics,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.