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 Brazil and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Trojans to the punk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Bauhaus,
Fela Kuti,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Underground Resistance,
Susan Cadogan,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
The Sound,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
AZ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
ABC,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Pop Group,
Wings,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eddi Front,
Fear,
Wire,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.