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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the funk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hashim,
Whodini,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Holt,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fall,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
Quadrant,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pere Ubu,
Sam Rivers,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.