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 Kuwait and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Martian,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Gabor Szabo,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Eden Ahbez,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siglo XX,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick Morgan,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.