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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Gang Gang Dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Urselle,
Jacques Brel,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
The Kinks,
The Grass Roots,
Radiohead,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Nico,
Sun Ra,
Zero Boys,
Schoolly D,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Ponytail,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Lakeside,
Agent Orange,
kango's stein massive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marvin Gaye,
The Gories,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.