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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Oneida,
Nico,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
MC5,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fat Boys,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Reuben Wilson,
Brick,
Bronski Beat,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Drexciya,
Eve St. Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Q and Not U,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
The Standells,
Royal Trux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül II,
Fad Gadget,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.