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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Half Japanese to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Outsiders,
Sandy B,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Motorama,
Thompson Twins,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Smiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
kango's stein massive,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Dawn Penn,
Unwound,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Bootsy Collins,
John Foxx,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monks,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.