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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kas Product to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Negative Approach,
Moss Icon,
The Star Department,
Clear Light,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Supertramp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ponytail,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
X-Ray Spex,
Kurtis Blow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Radiohead,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Arcadia,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Yellowson,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.