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 Libya and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 rap 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
David Bowie,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Lyres,
Swans,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
David Axelrod,
Ituana,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Litter,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
June Days,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
Brass Construction,
The Mighty Diamonds,
These Immortal Souls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Glenn Branca,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Severed Heads,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.