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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Magazine to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Halsall,
Janne Schatter,
the Germs,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Pulsallama,
Lebanon Hanover,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Y Pants,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Piero Umiliani,
Flipper,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lou Christie,
Chris Corsano,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Rites of Spring,
Radiohead,
John Lydon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Axelrod,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.