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 Kenya and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
Alice Coltrane,
Lungfish,
Chris & Cosey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Dave Gahan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Skriet,
Albert Ayler,
Yaz,
John Cale,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Tomorrow,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
Agitation Free,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dawn Penn,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
The Zeros,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
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.