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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonic Youth to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
the Swans,
The Standells,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mark Hollis,
The Raincoats,
Slave,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Scientists,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Aural Exciters,
Carl Craig,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru,
The Smoke,
Nas,
UT,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ohio Players,
Severed Heads,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Niagra,
Rites of Spring,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
Magazine,
Pulsallama,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.