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 Canada and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 R.M.O. to the crunk 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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Grey Daturas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Starr,
The Red Krayola,
Symarip,
Gong,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Quantec,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
Stetsasonic,
June of 44,
Whodini,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Ornette Coleman,
Model 500,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Young Marble Giants,
Wings,
Yellowson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Dead Boys,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smiths,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.