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 Lithuania and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Marc Almond,
Bob Dylan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Circle Jerks,
Moebius,
Nas,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
This Heat,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
The Zeros,
Derrick Morgan,
Visage,
Motorama,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.