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 Nauru and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Todd Rundgren,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Tears for Fears,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Babytalk,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Severed Heads,
Ultra Naté,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Fluxion,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.