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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 China Crisis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a spring reverb 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
a-ha,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Fraelich,
Hardrive,
Khruangbin,
Stetsasonic,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
The Angels of Light,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Joy Division,
The Sonics,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
KRS-One,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moody Blues,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.