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 Namibia and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Flash Fearless to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
Rod Modell,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bush Tetras,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Deakin,
Jawbox,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mandrill,
Trumans Water,
Simply Red,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monolake,
Crime,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Copeland,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Soulsonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Clarke,
The Evens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.