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 Brunei and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bill Near,
Ultravox,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
the Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
June of 44,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
The Vogues,
The Techniques,
Sandy B,
Pere Ubu,
MC5,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Erykah Badu,
Chris Corsano,
Severed Heads,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
The Remains,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Ponytail,
John Lydon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.