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 China and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Bush Tetras to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Searchers,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Bill Near,
Smog,
Infiniti,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Tim Buckley,
Prince Buster,
Jandek,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
The Gories,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Circle Jerks,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Charles Mingus,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Alton Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Excepter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.