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 Thailand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 John Lydon to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Sparks,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
The United States of America,
Lakeside,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Deadbeat,
Cecil Taylor,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
Loose Ends,
The Standells,
Alison Limerick,
Deepchord,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Remains,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Kenny Larkin,
Rites of Spring,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Quantec,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.