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 Jordan and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
The Blackbyrds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boogie Down Productions,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
The Raincoats,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Silicon Teens,
China Crisis,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Joe Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Chrome,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
The Angels of Light,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.