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 Belarus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fugs,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Barracudas,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Flipper,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Neu!,
Agitation Free,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Grass Roots,
Magma,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.