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 Guyana 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bauhaus to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Moby Grape,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
Fear,
The Gun Club,
Carl Craig,
JFA,
Ultimate Spinach,
China Crisis,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Camouflage,
Brick,
Index,
New York Dolls,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
John Foxx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
The Evens,
Saccharine Trust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Isaac Hayes,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Maleditus Sound,
Faraquet,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.