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 Tuvalu and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
The Techniques,
Von Mondo,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
Jandek,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Excepter,
Godley & Creme,
The Beau Brummels,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marvin Gaye,
the Germs,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Bar-Kays,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Scott Walker,
Ten City,
The Golliwogs,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Bluetip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fuzztones,
The Busters,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
The Toasters,
Echospace,
The Doors,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
E-Dancer,
Con Funk Shun,
Depeche Mode,
The Tremeloes,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.