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 United States and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Massinfluence,
Alice Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marine Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
The Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
Morten Harket,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.