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 Chad and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Dave Clark Five to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Siglo XX,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Swans,
Stereo Dub,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
MC5,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radio Birdman,
The Skatalites,
The Grass Roots,
Royal Trux,
Cluster,
Bobby Womack,
Brass Construction,
Robert Görl,
ABBA,
Wire,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Crime,
Rakim,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camouflage,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
DJ Style,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.