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 Cape Verde and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Guru Guru to the electroclash 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Khruangbin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Bobby Byrd,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Fad Gadget,
The Sonics,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Brothers Johnson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Das Ding,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Lee Hazlewood,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camberwell Now,
L. Decosne,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Kinks,
June Days,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sandy B,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.