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 Ghana and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
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 oboe 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 Cheater Slicks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The Black Dice,
the Association,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Ludus,
Black Flag,
The Stooges,
Smog,
The Birthday Party,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
The Fortunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
a-ha,
The Fugs,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Colin Newman,
Gabor Szabo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
John Holt,
Crime,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
This Heat,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.