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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Swell Maps,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
Scientists,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
Darondo,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
L. Decosne,
Leonard Cohen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
The Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Vogues,
Index,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Mantronix,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Rakim,
the Slits,
Eden Ahbez,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Eli Mardock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.