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 Djibouti and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Charles Mingus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
John Holt,
Can,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Gang Green,
Deakin,
Flipper,
Visage,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric Copeland,
Magma,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.