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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
X-102,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Sällskapet,
The Raincoats,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joensuu 1685,
Trumans Water,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
In Retrospect,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Von Mondo,
The Victims,
The Gladiators,
Moss Icon,
Lalann,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Quadrant,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Kinks,
Crime,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Zero Boys,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Young Rascals,
Freddie Wadling,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Kayak,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
David McCallum,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.