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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Can,
The Smiths,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Duran Duran,
Buzzcocks,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
John Holt,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
ABC,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
cv313,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Cluster,
Japan,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Metal Thangz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.