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 Argentina and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 rhodes 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 The Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Joensuu 1685,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Royal Trux,
Mr. Review,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q and Not U,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang of Four,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Colin Newman,
Smog,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Carl Craig,
Ultravox,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Franke,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.