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 Netherlands and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed 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 The Real Kids to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Skriet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yazoo,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deadbeat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
The Beau Brummels,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
Ultravox,
Essential Logic,
Flipper,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Aural Exciters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Shoche,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Urselle,
Lyres,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Wells,
The Kinks,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
John Holt,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
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.