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 Burundi and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Roxette,
The Trojans,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Man Parrish,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Camberwell Now,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Cell,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Organ,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Television Personalities,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bill Near,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
The Litter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Steve Hackett,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers,
The Associates,
Skaos,
The Residents,
Rotary Connection,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.