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 Korea South and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skaos to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Lakeside,
The Gap Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Shuggie Otis,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The American Breed,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Angry Samoans,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
The Fugs,
Bobby Womack,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Arab on Radar,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Roy Ayers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Pagans,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
John Cale,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Ituana,
Harry Pussy,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.