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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Crispy Ambulance to the punk 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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
Prince Buster,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Tim Buckley,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Duran Duran,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Rod Modell,
Television Personalities,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Black Moon,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Nico,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
The Saints,
The Gories,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Sherman,
Quantec,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.