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 Chile and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron 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 Pulsallama to the rap 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Danielle Patucci,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Pere Ubu,
Banda Bassotti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Raincoats,
Derrick May,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Malaria!,
the Association,
Kas Product,
Los Fastidios,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cowsills,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
The Happenings,
Popol Vuh,
L. Decosne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Supertramp,
Grey Daturas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Judy Mowatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lalo Schifrin,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.