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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Gerry Rafferty,
JFA,
The Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Grauzone,
Yellowson,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Flag,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anthony Braxton,
The Busters,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.