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 Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 DJ Sneak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
The Wake,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mission of Burma,
Q65,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Stiv Bators,
Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
UT,
The Human League,
Motorama,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Red Krayola,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Glenn Branca,
H. Thieme,
DNA,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Suicide,
Can,
The Busters,
Scientists,
Goldenarms,
Fela Kuti,
Graham Central Station,
Pantytec,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.