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 Benin and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eddi Front,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Young Rascals,
Neu!,
Thompson Twins,
The Remains,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Christie,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
Ten City,
Television,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.