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 Bolivia 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sonics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Black Pus,
Little Man,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Motions,
the Association,
Dave Gahan,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonic Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
The Associates,
the Swans,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
Camberwell Now,
Suicide,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.