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 Qatar and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Public Enemy,
Nirvana,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
Wire,
Connie Case,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slick Rick,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
The Monks,
The Gap Band,
Swell Maps,
Delta 5,
Grey Daturas,
Subhumans,
Soft Machine,
Khruangbin,
D'Angelo,
Todd Terry,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Graham Central Station,
Depeche Mode,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Zeros,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül II,
Heaven 17,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.