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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the punk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Derrick Morgan,
the Normal,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Bobby Byrd,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
FM Einheit,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aswad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Wells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
48th St. Collective,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The United States of America,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Main Source,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mr. Review,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
Stiv Bators,
Duran Duran,
The Index,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Kas Product,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.