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 Malta and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The United States of America to the dance 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
The Skatalites,
the Germs,
Bauhaus,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shoche,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quando Quango,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
The Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
a-ha,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Main Source,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.