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 Yemen and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Nirvana,
Bush Tetras,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Arab on Radar,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Urselle,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy Collins,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Second Layer,
Anthony Braxton,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fatback Band,
Sällskapet,
Nas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.