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 Turkey and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Searchers,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
The Dead C,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Negative Approach,
Alison Limerick,
Delta 5,
Technova,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fugazi,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Loose Ends,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Yazoo,
Scion,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Brick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rites of Spring,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bad Manners,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Amon Düül,
the Soft Cell,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.