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 Monaco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Yaz,
Bang On A Can,
Q65,
Aswad,
CMW,
Minutemen,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Goldenarms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Misunderstood,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shoche,
Model 500,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Bananas,
China Crisis,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.