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 Nauru 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 the Slits to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Organ,
Lyres,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Lou Christie,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Babytalk,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Ponytail,
the Human League,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joensuu 1685,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Crooked Eye,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Vainqueur,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Royal Trux,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.