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 Gabon and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 Scrapy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
X-101,
Scan 7,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Bad Manners,
ABBA,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
Stereo Dub,
Au Pairs,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
The Offenders,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DJ Style,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Flash Fearless,
June Days,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Nas,
The Moody Blues,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Skriet,
Jawbox,
the Slits,
Fugazi,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.