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 Thailand and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Black Moon 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Buckinghams,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Grauzone,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.