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 Colombia and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
The Wake,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
The Black Dice,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
X-102,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Scion,
The Moody Blues,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
The Gories,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Funky Four + One,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Little Man,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Sheep,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.