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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
The Move,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Loose Ends,
Byron Stingily,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eli Mardock,
Massinfluence,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Blossom Toes,
Marmalade,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
The Dirtbombs,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
MC5,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
DNA,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Glenn Branca,
Intrusion,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
The Trojans,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Normal,
Darondo,
E-Dancer,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Fat Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.