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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the dance 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sugar Minott,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
Harry Pussy,
Severed Heads,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Judy Mowatt,
The Cure,
The American Breed,
David Axelrod,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiohead,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Walker Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Lungfish,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magazine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marine Girls,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.