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 Slovakia and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lungfish to the jazz 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Warren Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Harpers Bizarre,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Joe Smooth,
Deepchord,
The Cramps,
Arcadia,
the Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Motions,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scientists,
The Young Rascals,
Chrome,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
the Association,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.