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 Singapore and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Iggy Pop to the disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Marvin Gaye,
Organ,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Oneida,
The Doors,
Lightning Bolt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Sound Behaviour,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Zero Boys,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Von Mondo,
Unwound,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nico,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
ABBA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Marcia Griffiths,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.