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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
David Bowie,
Reuben Wilson,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Bronski Beat,
Oblivians,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
Liliput,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
Brick,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
B.T. Express,
Monolake,
Severed Heads,
the Human League,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Swans,
Agitation Free,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
The Star Department,
Fat Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ituana,
Siglo XX,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.