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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonic Youth,
The J.B.'s,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Sun Ra,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
EPMD,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Joy Division,
Youth Brigade,
Y Pants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Accadde A,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Suicide,
Eden Ahbez,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
KRS-One,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
T.S.O.L.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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.