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 Korea South and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Cameo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
CMW,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Dead Boys,
Cluster,
The Slackers,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiohead,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New York Dolls,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
The Martian,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Ralphi Rosario,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.