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 Burkina and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lakeside,
Desert Stars,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
Black Moon,
Amazonics,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hot Snakes,
Leonard Cohen,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
Cal Tjader,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Motorama,
Oneida,
The Invisible,
Bootsy Collins,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Reagan Youth,
Nas,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.