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 Luxembourg and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minutemen,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Babytalk,
Mr. Review,
Sun City Girls,
Soft Machine,
Brothers Johnson,
Shuggie Otis,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Malaria!,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Neon Judgement,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül II,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
Hashim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pussy Galore,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.