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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 organ 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 Schoolly D to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Cymande,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonic Youth,
CMW,
Simply Red,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Echospace,
The Velvet Underground,
John Foxx,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
John Lydon,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
Rotary Connection,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Maleditus Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Sarah Menescal,
Eve St. Jones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.