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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Eddi Front to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Can,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Germs,
New York Dolls,
Curtis Mayfield,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Nick Fraelich,
Mantronix,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Model 500,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Bill Near,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Eric Dolphy,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
The Slackers,
Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Thee Headcoats,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Make Up,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.