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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 F. McDonald to the dance 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs 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?
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Drive Like Jehu,
Niagra,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cameo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
a-ha,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
H. Thieme,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
EPMD,
Lucky Dragons,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
Circle Jerks,
Livin' Joy,
The Residents,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.