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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Radiohead,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
Rosa Yemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Little Man,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
Dark Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
Flash Fearless,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
K-Klass,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Symarip,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
10cc,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Magazine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.