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 Uzbekistan and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Altered Images 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 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 marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
Royal Trux,
Marc Almond,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
T. Rex,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pop Group,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiohead,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
Lyres,
Y Pants,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alphaville,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moleskins,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Rundgren,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.