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 Norway and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 In Retrospect 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalann,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
The Saints,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
the Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.