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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Interpol to the grunge 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Rekid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
The Saints,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Chrome,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Flash Fearless,
Parry Music,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Shoche,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Franke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Rundgren,
Barrington Levy,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.