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 Belarus and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Byrd to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
The Victims,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mad Mike,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Freddie Wadling,
Brothers Johnson,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.