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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Freddie Wadling to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Motorama,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
James White and The Blacks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ossler,
Hot Snakes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Young Marble Giants,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Pylon,
Fugazi,
Delta 5,
Lucky Dragons,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
L. Decosne,
The Slackers,
Shoche,
AZ,
Intrusion,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.