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 Liechtenstein and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Flamin' Groovies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dead Boys,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
One Last Wish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
The Young Rascals,
Anakelly,
Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Fugazi,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Bill Near,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
Scion,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.