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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Schoolly D to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
The Star Department,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Buckinghams,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Trumans Water,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Black Dice,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Derrick May,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
The Last Poets,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiohead,
Unwound,
Patti Smith,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
Au Pairs,
Anakelly,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.