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 Albania and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boz Scaggs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
a-ha,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Guru Guru,
The Grass Roots,
cv313,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Machine,
Sonic Youth,
MC5,
Kayak,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
The Mojo Men,
The Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.