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 Japan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Sex Pistols,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime,
Amazonics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Max Romeo,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Newcleus,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Brick,
Nas,
Lightning Bolt,
Todd Rundgren,
Davy DMX,
Aural Exciters,
The Fuzztones,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.