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 Belize and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Metal Thangz to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
The Young Rascals,
Mission of Burma,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
The Vogues,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Maleditus Sound,
Amazonics,
the Slits,
Joensuu 1685,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
The Selecter,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Soul Sonic Force,
Y Pants,
Joey Negro,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
The Offenders,
UT,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
The United States of America,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.