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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Essential Logic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
FM Einheit,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Patti Smith,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Magma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
cv313,
Aaron Thompson,
Archie Shepp,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Lalann,
Interpol,
June Days,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fuzztones,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tres Demented,
Lebanon Hanover,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.