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 San Marino and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 X-101 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mandrill,
Warsaw,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Scott Walker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Negative Approach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Inner City,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Sam Rivers,
Rites of Spring,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Electric Prunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sixth Finger,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masters at Work,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.