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 Niger and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the crunk 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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Eric B and Rakim,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Little Man,
The Divine Comedy,
Marmalade,
Minutemen,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
The Modern Lovers,
Technova,
Index,
Qualms,
The Stooges,
Skriet,
The New Christs,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Siglo XX,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
This Heat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Spandau Ballet,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Angry Samoans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.