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 Uzbekistan and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
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 synthesizer 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 T.S.O.L. to the grime 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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Silicon Teens,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Unwound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Crash Course in Science,
Steve Hackett,
The Selecter,
Can,
Young Marble Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Chrome,
Malaria!,
The Skatalites,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Hot Snakes,
Girls At Our Best!,
T. Rex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Peter & Gordon,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Jacob Miller,
Agitation Free,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.