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 Spain and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar 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 Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
The Smiths,
Rufus Thomas,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fall,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
New Order,
David McCallum,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Index,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Fugazi,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
The Names,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Bob Dylan,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
U.S. Maple,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Cluster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.