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 Montenegro and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Pantaleimon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Soul Sonic Force,
Albert Ayler,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lalann,
Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
Cluster,
Hardrive,
Marvin Gaye,
Saccharine Trust,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.