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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Normal to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Motorama,
Suicide,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jawbox,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Alton Ellis,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young,
Pantytec,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
In Retrospect,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
the Germs,
World's Most,
The Associates,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Shoche,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.