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 Bhutan and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 The Smiths to the rock 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Dennis Brown,
Darondo,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Technova,
The Offenders,
June Days,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Smoke,
Brick,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smiths,
Minutemen,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani,
Mandrill,
Audionom,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Alison Limerick,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.