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 Bangladesh and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Lucky Dragons,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Wolf Eyes,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
The Busters,
Peter and Kerry,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
the Association,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Flag,
Jandek,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.