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 Uruguay and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 the Germs to the funk 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Pagans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Chris & Cosey,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
Ossler,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Sheep,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.