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 Czech Republic and from New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Vainqueur to the punk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
Q and Not U,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Flipper,
Negative Approach,
Nils Olav,
Audionom,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
10cc,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
Peter and Kerry,
The Count Five,
Hoover,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
The Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Pylon,
Radiohead,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
Boz Scaggs,
Lungfish,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Derrick May,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Model 500,
Supertramp,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Bar-Kays,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Neu!,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.