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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q65,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Goldenarms,
Zero Boys,
Negative Approach,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Ice-T,
Moss Icon,
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
Anthony Braxton,
Bob Dylan,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Little Man,
Lalann,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Television Personalities,
The Neon Judgement,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quadrant,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Stockholm Monsters,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
The Residents,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Alison Limerick,
Ultravox,
Basic Channel,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.