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 Belarus and from Salvador.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Kerri Chandler to the grunge 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Godley & Creme,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
ABC,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Faust,
Curtis Mayfield,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Smog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Morten Harket,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Nas,
Prince Buster,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
The Slits,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.