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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Sällskapet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Funky Four + One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moss Icon,
Jacob Miller,
Chris & Cosey,
kango's stein massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Au Pairs,
Easy Going,
Black Pus,
Brick,
Procol Harum,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
The Golliwogs,
Aaron Thompson,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.