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 Brazil and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alphaville to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
FM Einheit,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
The Associates,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Suicide,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
The Offenders,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Yazoo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Das Ding,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Vainqueur,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.