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 Burundi 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the disco 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
EPMD,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
a-ha,
Bad Manners,
Public Enemy,
Lakeside,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tubeway Army,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Young Marble Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
One Last Wish,
The Seeds,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Bizarre Inc.,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.