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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Model 500 to the crunk 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
This Heat,
The Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pet Shop Boys,
Qualms,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Monks,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Bronski Beat,
Model 500,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Drexciya,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Blancmange,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
Patti Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
Absolute Body Control,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.