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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Sugar Minott to the funk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Amon Düül,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Howard Jones,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cure,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Bananas,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blossom Toes,
K-Klass,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Index,
Pagans,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Scratch Acid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
June Days,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.