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 Philippines and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 The Names to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cluster,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Television,
Cymande,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
The Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Kurtis Blow,
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smiths,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
Hasil Adkins,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Idris Muhammad,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Black Flag,
Mars,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Youth Brigade,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Kas Product,
Lindisfarne,
Porter Ricks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Junior Murvin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.