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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Shoche to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Bill Near,
Slick Rick,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Shuggie Otis,
Ice-T,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Intrusion,
Pierre Henry,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Dead Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
Panda Bear,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Technova,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.