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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the crunk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Niagra,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Babytalk,
The Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Royal Trux,
FM Einheit,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Nico,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
The Sound,
Sandy B,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Unwound,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tropical Tobacco,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lyres,
Franke,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Robert Hood,
Flipper,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Sonny Sharrock,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
Ronan,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.