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 Madagascar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eve St. Jones,
Easy Going,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Christie,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Smiths,
Fatback Band,
Bob Dylan,
Danielle Patucci,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
World's Most,
Agent Orange,
Gong,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dead Boys,
Parry Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minnie Riperton,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.