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 Chad and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Duran Duran to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Alison Limerick,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Marvin Gaye,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Neil Young,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
Dual Sessions,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
X-101,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
Sandy B,
Cameo,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
Massinfluence,
The Fire Engines,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Flipper,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Al Stewart,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Derrick May,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
Archie Shepp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.