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 Andorra and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Agent Orange,
Hot Snakes,
Black Sheep,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
The Gories,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cowsills,
Franke,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
ABBA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Pylon,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Flag,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
Bang On A Can,
The Pretty Things,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eurythmics,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.