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 Vietnam and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the electroclash 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
cv313,
Lower 48,
Young Marble Giants,
Erykah Badu,
Wings,
The Busters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nation of Ulysses,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Ronan,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Groovy Waters,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Sandy B,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Iggy Pop,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
The Sonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
The Alarm Clocks,
Neil Young,
Index,
Bill Wells,
U.S. Maple,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.