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 Sweden and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 The Misunderstood to the grime 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
The Names,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Christie,
ABC,
The Gap Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Arcadia,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Victims,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wally Richardson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Deadbeat,
The Fugs,
Clear Light,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Kevin Saunderson,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gichy Dan,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.