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 Austria 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Harmonia to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Whodini,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
Scott Walker,
Arab on Radar,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sparks,
Lou Christie,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Main Source,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Siglo XX,
Minnie Riperton,
Scion,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Rufus Thomas,
The Move,
Laurel Aitken,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
the Slits,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
New York Dolls,
Lakeside,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Misunderstood,
Skriet,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.