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 Venezuela 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the rock 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Silicon Teens,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Flag,
Drexciya,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
Donald Byrd,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
James White and The Blacks,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Oneida,
Tubeway Army,
Yazoo,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Joy Division,
Barrington Levy,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.