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 Greece and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Iggy Pop,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Durutti Column,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Hardrive,
Animal Collective,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
kango's stein massive,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Index,
Donald Byrd,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Jandek,
Marine Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.