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 Bolivia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 The Zeros to the punk 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Faust,
Little Man,
Monks,
Neil Young,
Dual Sessions,
The Index,
Godley & Creme,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wings,
Eden Ahbez,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
10cc,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Count Five,
Aural Exciters,
June of 44,
Fear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cameo,
The Remains,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
The Music Machine,
Altered Images,
Amazonics,
Grey Daturas,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Porter Ricks,
Loose Ends,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.