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 Iraq and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dave Clark Five to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Bauhaus,
Anakelly,
Mark Hollis,
Interpol,
Archie Shepp,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
The United States of America,
Newcleus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Minny Pops,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Dirtbombs,
K-Klass,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
Stetsasonic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.