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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Blake Baxter to the punk 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Eddi Front,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Sandy B,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
UT,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Parry Music,
Big Daddy Kane,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skriet,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Slave,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
the Germs,
JFA,
The Birthday Party,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Gong,
Dark Day,
Niagra,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Hoover,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
The Seeds,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
Wolf Eyes,
Henry Cow,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.