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 Uganda and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Youth Brigade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Second Layer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
The Fall,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Finger,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dawn Penn,
Pagans,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Fugazi,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
The Music Machine,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Mars,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
The Pretty Things,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
Japan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
the Swans,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
The Dave Clark Five,
OOIOO,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Newcleus,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.