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 Malta and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Bootsy Collins 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Pole,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Sonic Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
The Human League,
Scott Walker,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Lower 48,
Infiniti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Foxx,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Bourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Minny Pops,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Index,
The Dead C,
Animal Collective,
Bauhaus,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Donny Hathaway,
Letta Mbulu,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Last Poets,
Bobby Womack,
Schoolly D,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Dual Sessions,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.