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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Five Americans,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Germs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Durutti Column,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flash Fearless,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Albert Ayler,
Fad Gadget,
Quantec,
The Seeds,
Scan 7,
Brick,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
Y Pants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Rod Modell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.