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 Cyprus and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Tim Buckley,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Country Teasers,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
T.S.O.L.,
Spandau Ballet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Subhumans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
The Cure,
The Cramps,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Roxette,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Scion,
Joy Division,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.