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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Rapeman to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Mars,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Steve Hackett,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Adolescents,
Dawn Penn,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Supertramp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronnie Foster,
These Immortal Souls,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
OOIOO,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harmonia,
Ten City,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
Cybotron,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.