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 Niger 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Massinfluence,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
X-102,
Siglo XX,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
David McCallum,
Theoretical Girls,
JFA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
The Residents,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Tommy Roe,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Nas,
Yaz,
The Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Prince Buster,
The Seeds,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Mantronix,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.