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 Italy and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Durutti Column to the grunge 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Franke,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Eurythmics,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
Joey Negro,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
MDC,
H. Thieme,
R.M.O.,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
Morten Harket,
kango's stein massive,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Magma,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
June Days,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Marine Girls,
Massinfluence,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Normal,
The Angels of Light,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.