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 Cameroon and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Albert Ayler to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons 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 Doors,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smiths,
The Dirtbombs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
The Residents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Fluxion,
Rites of Spring,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Busters,
Mr. Review,
Banda Bassotti,
Monolake,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
UT,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
Eric Dolphy,
Cluster,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tim Buckley,
Kayak,
Hoover,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
T. Rex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Deakin,
Ronan,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
AZ,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.