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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Holger Czukay 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 Gastr Del Sol to the electroclash 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
Minutemen,
Amazonics,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
the Normal,
Drexciya,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
Yaz,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Flash Fearless,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skaos,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
Magma,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Sonny Sharrock,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Association,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
Todd Terry,
Masters at Work,
Duran Duran,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.