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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
The Fall,
Index,
The Selecter,
Anakelly,
Black Moon,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Unwound,
Groovy Waters,
Harmonia,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
John Holt,
Matthew Bourne,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
The Skatalites,
Kenny Larkin,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Public Enemy,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Smog,
Shuggie Otis,
The Misunderstood,
The Moleskins,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Deakin,
DNA,
Joe Finger,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moss Icon,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.