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 Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Johnny Clarke to the jazz 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Nirvana,
Dead Boys,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Kurtis Blow,
Pantaleimon,
Mr. Review,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Theoretical Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Essential Logic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
Crime,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Sun Ra,
Rosa Yemen,
the Germs,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
10cc,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Spandau Ballet,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.