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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gong to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The United States of America,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
The Smiths,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
The J.B.'s,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Minutemen,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marcia Griffiths,
Danielle Patucci,
Brass Construction,
The Neon Judgement,
Clear Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jeru the Damaja,
Outsiders,
Barry Ungar,
Pussy Galore,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
Agitation Free,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Main Source,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.