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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the disco 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Groovy Waters,
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Scientists,
Lucky Dragons,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Dark Day,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
Mo-Dettes,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Drexciya,
Index,
The Fugs,
Loose Ends,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lakeside,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.