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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet 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 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?
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Cameo,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
Brick,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
John Lydon,
The Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Prince Buster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Blossom Toes,
the Normal,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Faust,
Y Pants,
the Germs,
Kerri Chandler,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
The Slackers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
The Blackbyrds,
The Offenders,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.