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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Judy Mowatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spandau Ballet,
X-102,
Eurythmics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fortunes,
Swans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oblivians,
Albert Ayler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Procol Harum,
The Monochrome Set,
New Order,
Loose Ends,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
The Beau Brummels,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Aswad,
Prince Buster,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Crooked Eye,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Harry Pussy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Stooges,
The Toasters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.