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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
10cc,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
Archie Shepp,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
Rakim,
48th St. Collective,
The Golliwogs,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
Eden Ahbez,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Ultravox,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
The Searchers,
Procol Harum,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Maurizio,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funkadelic,
Los Fastidios,
Stetsasonic,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
Pagans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.