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 Thailand and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Brothers Johnson,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wings,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
Icehouse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Faust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Bad Manners,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
Nirvana,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.