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 Ethiopia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-102,
The Invisible,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Desert Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Sister Nancy,
the Bar-Kays,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
the Germs,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Whodini,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
The Names,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Alice Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.