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 Mexico and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Hong Kong.
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 chamberlin 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Black Dice,
Eddi Front,
Barclay James Harvest,
Idris Muhammad,
the Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
the Association,
The Cure,
Albert Ayler,
Model 500,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tears for Fears,
Matthew Bourne,
Organ,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Laurel Aitken,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Simply Red,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Piero Umiliani,
Man Eating Sloth,
Icehouse,
T. Rex,
Supertramp,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Moebius,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
Cluster,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.