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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Pretty Things,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fall,
Shoche,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Moebius,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skriet,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Crash Course in Science,
Kerrie Biddell,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Dead Boys,
X-102,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott Heron,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Modern Lovers,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.