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 Namibia and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Minor Threat to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Jandek,
The Barracudas,
Monolake,
Bob Dylan,
The Cramps,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Mantronix,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wasted Youth,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Black Sheep,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scion,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fire Engines,
Susan Cadogan,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
the Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.