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 Vanuatu and from Madrid.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 The Happenings to the techno 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
John Cale,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Womack,
The Associates,
Thompson Twins,
Bluetip,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suburban Knight,
The Mummies,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
John Holt,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.