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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Babytalk,
Ludus,
Eve St. Jones,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
Second Layer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eurythmics,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Animal Collective,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Porter Ricks,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Q65,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Qualms,
Pole,
Fear,
Mars,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
The Golliwogs,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jandek,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gap Band,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.