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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Bobby Sherman,
Charles Mingus,
Oblivians,
X-Ray Spex,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Scrapy,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tres Demented,
The Velvet Underground,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Eddi Front,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Minnie Riperton,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Sonic Youth,
The Tremeloes,
Marmalade,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Freddie Wadling,
Lower 48,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.